Song Called Chip chords by Axelle Red
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Verse 1
(G major) No more cursing (G minor) (G major) the net
(D minor)
(C major) Nice if we finally met (G major)
(G minor) No more (G major) trauma's, trunks
and cages (D minor)
Soundproof, (C major) (F major) outrages (G minor)
No more wolfs, wives (G major) persuad (D minor) ing
(C major) Hus ups, justice fail (G major) ing
Were we all (G minor) (G major) suspicious (D minor)
(C major) He 's back out there, it 's vi (G major) cious
(G minor) (G major) It might (F major) not be hip (C major)
(Gsus4) a song called chip (G major)
It 's (F major) cooler you go (C major) to rehab (G major)
But if (F major) we had a grip (Gsus4)
on men like chip (G major)
A won (B minor) derful world it would be (E minor)
A won (C major) derful world it would be (G major)
No more (G minor) (G major) vico's in pnom
peng (D minor) (C major)
Weirdos, decent men (G minor)
Turning saint (G major) s (Gsus4) into (G major) slut (D minor) s
They (C major) were once a victim, so what (G major)
No more uncle (G minor) dishonors niece (D minor)
(C major) Brother, won't you kill me please! (G major)
No (F major) more mar (G minor) riage cover up (D minor)
(C major) Mothers won't stand (G major) up (G minor)
It might (F major) not be hip (C minor) (C major) a song (G major) called chip
It 's (F major) cooler you go (C major) to rehab (G major)
But if (F major) we had a grip (C major) (G major) on men like chip
A wonderful world it would be
A won (B minor) derful world it would be
It might not be hip a
(E minor) song called chip
It 's cooler you go to rehab
But if we had a grip on men like chip
A won (C major) derful world it would be
(G major) A wonderful world it would be
The romans, the greeks,
already freaks
Knew how to teach, how to preach
(C major) The proph (G major) et at (C major) least officially wed
"Spare the young captives",
Moses said,
(G minor) "Our law says have
them in your bed"
Sultans had dungeons with
different levels
Virgins by (G major) hundred in taoist legend
(G minor) Ask uncle wu, the Chinese Dutroux
Impotent goophers, on
viagra in our prisons
Dominant pigeons from all kind
religions
Frustrated cause for once themselves
couldn't escape it
They hate (D minor) trade manipulate
Jumpin' like squirrels
(C major) on our boys and girls
Makin' it a wild wild world
Sick slick runnin' behind their dig
Obvi (G minor) ously too small for a guy (G major) that tall
(G minor) Havin' a ball, laughin' at us all
Let's skip (D minor) be ing hip
Put a chip get a grip
Locate them on (C major) their trip
Telling pearls to sip off (G major) that glass
Take off that little dress
Did I hear you say yes
Zip down their pants
So (D minor) called "philes", fans
of our children
Makes no (C major) (C minor) sense building a fence
(C major) Most of (G major) them are dads like (F major) mads
Right inside the (C major) house (G major)
Kids (F major) trapped like a mouse
"Don't (Gsus4) tell (C major) (G major) (F major)
(C major) mum (G major) and
I'll give you more (B minor) gum"
"Oops, I didn't know she (E minor)
(C major) was that (G major) young (C major) "
Handy with (G major) candy
What did (C major) happen to Mandy
No more causing harm
When using (G major) their charm
Goes (C major) off an alarm (G major)
No longer pollute (C major) our childhood
Little 'n red freely in the (G major) wood
Youth 'll hitch hike again
(C major) Solution for traffic jam
(G major) True puppy love
Not with a (C major) 28 year old glove (G major)
(Gsus4) I know a (G major) chip won't do
I got another song too
Don't look for your name
There's (C major) no wall of fame
... what am I trying to obtain
Our society is not sane
Luring at daughters
Geldof, Cobain
Do we all need a chip in our brain?
Have to be the same?
Can we break the chain?
Preteen icons on our fashion
magazines
In skimpy outfits,
the orwellian dream?
Tasmanian devils
That's our level
We can't accept the truth
There's no eternal youth
We can't afford liberty
Cause we have no empathy
This is no popsong
I can go on
No more babies in babies
8 year old ladies
Untill she tears apart
The a whole village without
a heart
No more secret communities
'n markets
Daughters slaughtered such
easy targets
Somehow hope she's engaged
But she's a house aid a slave
A hornqueen, last seen
on a site where you get!
Boys under five
With the option to stay alive
No more war as excuse
No court will accuse
No more false accusations
'N then chemical castration
After years of growing tits
His nuts blown to bits
He 's found (G major) innocent, she admits...
Song Called Chip
Axelle Red
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