Chords One Eyed Doll - Be My Friend
Lyrics One Eyed Doll - Be My Friend
one – eyed doll – be my friend
from the album : monster ( 2008 )
comment for any corrections and please rate
intro :
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there’s a girl across the street from me
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i buried her son beneath a tree
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i don’t know why she’s mad at me
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he was stinking up my garage , you see
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i met a cute boy , he liked my smile
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we fell in love for a little while
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he kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
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so i chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat
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serial killers are people too
D G
if you take away the voices i’m just like you
D G
i’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
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but why does making friends have to be so very hard?
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D G D G
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i made a dress from a choir girl’s skin
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i wore it to church , the preacher said i’d sinned
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forgive me father for my fashion crime
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your skin is so nice i’ll use yours next time
D G D G
D G D G
D G
serial killers are people too
D G
if you take away the voices i’m just like you
D G
i’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
D G D G D G D G D G
but why does making friends have to be so very hard?
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one – eyed doll – be my friend
from the album : monster ( 2008 )
comment for any corrections and please rate
intro :
D G D G
D G D G
D G
there’s a girl across the street from me
D G
i buried her son beneath a tree
D G
i don’t know why she’s mad at me
D G
he was stinking up my garage , you see
D G D G
D G D G
D G
i met a cute boy , he liked my smile
D G
we fell in love for a little while
D G
he kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
D G
so i chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat
D G D G
D G D G
D G
serial killers are people too
D G
if you take away the voices i’m just like you
D G
i’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
D G D G D G D G D G
but why does making friends have to be so very hard?
D G D G
D G D G
D G
i made a dress from a choir girl’s skin
D G
i wore it to church , the preacher said i’d sinned
D G
forgive me father for my fashion crime
D G
your skin is so nice i’ll use yours next time
D G D G
D G D G
D G
serial killers are people too
D G
if you take away the voices i’m just like you
D G
i’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
D G D G D G D G D G
but why does making friends have to be so very hard?
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
D G
la la la la la la la
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la la la la la la la
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la la la la la la la