Bells Of Doom Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]I'l[Bm]l show the[D] world,
and more particularly
[G]Those [D]dim- witted,
[Bm]no talent studio execs
[D]That I I'll prove that I'm the
[Bm]Greatest soundman of all
time!
[D]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah i'm wit' it
[A]He was a recording genius who
invented this
Gizmo that turns bells into
bombs
Or something! Wow gotta
[Bm]get outta the way of
[D]The soundwaves of those bells
Who [Bm]got the most whips, gats and cash?

[Verse 2]
[Bm]
If you ask [D]the villain, he say
"Who gives a rat's ass?"
Can[Bm]'t take it
wit'choo you when
You breathe your last
In the meaning [D]in between
"pass that grass"
Give [Bm]thanks
His rank is that of big stank dank
[D]He often time drank by the river bank
And kept a [Bm]silver shank for a calm cat
Always [D]stayed strapped
for hand- to- arm combat
For [Bm]DOOM the bell tolls
Let them fools [B]know ain't no more
[F#]Room in these hell holes
[D]It's fil[Bm]led up to the brim
with sold souls
[F#m]Crackheads, dope fiends
and 40s of ol' [D]gold
[Bm]Hold up, the boldest who ever sold it
Whoever [D]dare roll up,
prepare to get folded
Like Holly [Bm]Hobbie, gosh golly gee
The back of Hec[D]tor Hoskerish's
Trolly read "Wash me" (Ha,
ha, ha, ha)
Dagnab[Bm]bit, the mask is like
a chick magnet
Some'll let [D]you stab it for
A nic' of the babbit
They [Bm]say he talk slick like Dick Cavett
A fiend for [D]the mic and can't
Kick it like a sick [Dm]habit
(The bells)
Give him a hero's holla
[C]Along wit' more free dough
than Creflo Dollar
[Dm]Holy Toledo
How he made base on
The Today [C]Show?
They say he wear a mask in case
his face [D]show
It's better than a [Bm]stocking, birdbrain
Find him [D]on the corner
Rockin' Mockingbird Lane
He's [Bm]a odd man, Grandma
And she's a bad mamma-
jamma either
[D]Squeeze the damn hammer
or stop com[Bm]plainin'
On the top he's remainin'
A lot of pop [D]sensations need
More proper home trainin'
The people [Bm]say he's the nicest
[D]He only wants [A]to be left [D]alone
To his own devices if [Bm]the price is right
He might sing a new smash
Then [D]laugh 'n twist his
Rollie Fingers moustache
Tear ya crew [Bm]a new gash
And prepare a new batch [D]of
His own special herb goulash
Villain, [Bm]the dork who talk funny
And'll put [D]one in ya, so
Watch where you walk, money
[Bm]Like Semy say, do more boomers
They cure tumor[D]s and beware
[A]the [D]Doomsta!

[Verse 3]
The bells toll for you! Ha, ha, ha,
[Bm]ha

[Outro 1]
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