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A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit Tab

by Andrew Jackson Jihad


The bells or xylophone or whatever in the intro is just Am G F x 3, then E, but played like...

A---77----55---33---33----|
E-5-----3----1----1-------|

x3, then

A---22---22---22---22-------------|
E-0----0----0----0----------------|

You can play the chords for the song or play the rhythm like it is above, both sound 
Here's the chords with the words for the whole song.

                                       
For four four nights I have fled from my fortress
                             
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
                                
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
                                         
Flowing like flies from your face

From your face

                                         
My neighborhood has been filled brim with black cats
                                         
And when I go driving they walk in my path

All the time, every time
                                                   
La da dada dum da da dum da da dum
                                                     
La deeda da dum da da dum da da dum
                                                          
                                 
La deeda da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum

                                        
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
                                            
Then we were children, we're playing and crying
                                        
Then we're teenagers we're smoking and fucking
                                        
Now we're all grownup and we're sadly sighing
                                          
And lacking but lurking and licking our wounds
                                           
We've created by lusting and lying

To ourselves and to others
                                                          
                         
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing
                                                          
                               
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing
                                                          
                                
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing
                                                          
                         
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-ing

                          
And I'd like to be a big ball of meat
                          
For bees to buzz around and eat
             
When I die, so I might be granted
                        
One sense of purpose

END

Almost 100% sure on this. Correct it if I'm wrong.