Up Yours chords by Armored Saint

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Intro 1

Verse 1
D 
A kiss new year's eve
is a gesture of hope
A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat
One inspires the other puts out fires
A love for kissing feet makes him a weirod
You kissing my ass makes you a big joke
Not so funny nothing to laugh about
C 

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Verse 2

No more what ifs, no more what ifs

Wait man, hey man, hold on

No more what ifs, no more what ifs

What if I'm obligated to keep you

I'll grit my teeth and sweep you

Under the rug

Verse 3
D 
A stroll in the park can be a moment of zen
But you lurking in the dark
Begging to be my friend
Can really rub,
rubs me the wrong way
Following my tracks is what you do
Although I never remember
ever giving a clue
Or a hint or a blatant come with me
C 

Verse 4
D 
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
C 
No more, no more, no more
D 
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
Bb 
No  more entry to your ravaged mind
Gm 
I'll break the mold one of a kind

Verse 5
But you say I'm
D 
F 
Bb 
Sincerely, up yours
Gm 
Positively, up yours
C 
Gotta fake it to the right
Am 
D 
and take a detour
C 
F 
D 
Yeah you say I'm deep and truly,
F 
up yours
Bb 
Gm 
Exclusively, up yours
C 
Am 
A 
Finding you hard so hard to ignore
D 
Dm 
C 
D 
Dm 
That's for sure
C 
D 
C 
D 
Sure as shit that's it
A 
F 
E 
D 
Firmly planted up yours

Verse 6
Bm 
G 
Seems to be
It's a chain link in your minds
A 
Some parallel to our lives
Bm 
I'm being followed by a sky scanner
G 
With old Nasa parts from some
Black market dealer

Verse 7

In your grade school

science project

You're trying to revive

Interlude 1

Verse 8
Bm 
Seems to be a delusion of grandeur
G 
A twisted fucked up matter
A distorted sense
A 
of wrong and right
And that ain't right
Bm 
Got your app with the police scanner
G 
Mapped out daily planner
A 
Bm 
And the Krav Maga trainer in case of a fight
G 

Interlude 2

Verse 9
D 
It's time to turn the tables on you
And get the hell out of dodge
Not a moment too soon
Gotta flee gotta drain the tank empty
This ugly bond is debatable
Obviously dysfunctional
Although I do admire
C 
your stalking abilities

Verse 10
D 
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
C 
No more, no more, no more
D 
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
Bb 
No more entry to your
revaged mind
Gm 
I'll break the mold one of a kind

Interlude 3

But you say I'm

Verse 11
Bb 
Up yours
C 
Am 
Forcing me to say
D 
You can shove it right, up yours
F 
You can stick it right, up yours
Bb 
Where the sun ain't shining,
up yours
Gm 
With your social climbing, up yours
D 
You can sit and spin with it, up yours
F 
Sit down and rotate, up yours
Bb 
Release the floodgates, up yours
C 
Am 
Screw yourself and shove it right up
D 
C 
D 
yours
D 
Directly up yours