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Ball Tongue Chords by Korn

  • Key: D
  • BPM: 105
  • Capo: no capo

TEMPO FORTE


BALL TONGUE ACORDES

[Intro]
A7 G7 Bb7 G7 Bb7 D7 D D7
                
G7 D7 D D7
      


[Verse]
D7                 
There you are alone
     D7                    
With no hope of ever having
D7                      
Something to be proud of
D7                              
Something earned without begging
D7                        
Yes I know you're a person
  D7                
A person close to me
D7                                                    
Who do think you are and what more do you want from me
A7                                           
You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me
A7                             
I'm a vagabond we are justified
         A7                                   
Congrats you just fucked up my makeup and shit
     A7                  
What have you done for me
        A7         
Why are you at home
A7                     
Buried in your selfpity
A7                                                  
Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me
A7                          
Yes I know you're the person
    A7                           
The person that took time with me
                                                        A        
Does it give you the right to expect your life revolves around me


[Chorus]
         A7                          
You have come to take from your buddy
               A7           
You have never been so funny
A7                       
The higgle got sick of me
                    A7         
Ah to live to fight another day
           A7                   
You're the drug addicted from me
A7                
Unidentified enemy
     A7                                 
Come fucking back to save us and gave up
A               A7        
They've come to deliver me
G   D7         G7     
You   were my brother
G7                 
You were my brother
            G7     
You were my brother
    G7     
You were my
            G7     
You were my brother
            D7      G7
You were my brother  
            G7     
You were my brother
G7         
You were my


[Inst]

[Verse]
A7 Db7 D                     D7                  G7   
      How can you fucking   doubt me But not again
D                            D7           
How can you fucking doubt me But not again
    D7                                    
How can you fucking doubt me But not again
D7                                        
How can you fucking doubt me But not again
D7                                        
How can you fucking doubt me But not again
D7                                        
How can you fucking doubt me But not again
D7                                        
How can you fucking doubt me But not again
                                 A7       
How can you fucking doubt me But not again


[Chorus]
                           A7     
They've driven right by my friends
                             A7
They've taken the take above me
A7                     
They're a psycho monkey
                        A7
They've come to enslave me
A                                
They've jacken themselves onto me
A7                         
Your fuckin' gangster signs
        A7                                 
They've come not to save them but they take
A7                       
Fuck'n death to fuck'n me
A7                   
You're the psychofuck
           A          A7
You're the psychofuck  
A A7 A                    
   You're the psychofuck
A7                   
You're the psychofuck
A7                   
You're the psychofuck
A7                   
You're the psychofuck
           A7        
You're the psychofuck
A7                                                    
You're right he's dead tear gas dropped but who was it
A7                                      
You tried to put the blame over on to me
A7                 
Never die never die
A7                              
And don't ever come get your boy
       A7                      
Hauled to the morgue let him go
   A7                                               
He wasn't dead and then they knocked him on the head
                               A7    
no more he's rid of you you're a dyke


[Outro]
A A7 A A7
     


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