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Oh My Tab

by Drones


People are a waste of food

       
You'll never hear the end

       
They're only ever happy

       
When they're burying their friends

                  
And they take take take

                       
But they never take a hint

    
The ice caps getting skinny

              
Still they're not concerned

                  
They're very near extinct

People are a waste of food

    
The end is nearly nigh

        
They've always said the sky would fall

     
Now it is you have to wonder why

                       
You want to shrink your stinky footprint?

               
Get your tubes tied

   
Or even better yet

    
Go commit suicide

                          
They can't say you didn't try

           
And oh------- my,

       
Well i hear the sound of horses' hooves

         
Come the middle of the night

           
And oh------- my,

    
Its time to get your gun license


I see four horsemen riding through

  
A cold and endless night

If money is the root of evil

        
Fear of death is worse

     
This mortal coil is not a test

    
And you can't hide in a purse

                                        
So don't go casting no dispersions in the street

           
'Cause the half the world that starves

               
Will know the half you're in

                    
Does not deserve to eat

           
And oh------- my,

       
Well i hear the sound of horses' hooves

     
Come the middle of the night


           
And oh------- my,

     
It's time to get your gun license


I see four horsemen riding through

  
A cold and endless night

People are a waste of food

      
Don't bother learning Chinese

      
Thou shalt find oneself perturbed

    
By less verbose calamities

                         
Just get some Heinz baked beans,

             
A 12 gauge, bandolier and tinned dog food

      
We'll eat your dog, bury our dead

       
Or eat them instead

                      
That's entirely up to you

           
And oh------- my,

                                          
I hear the sound of unshod hooves come the middle of the night

           
And oh------- Why,

           
Well, from now on 'til your grandkids finally get what you deserve


I'm going to be stuck here with you wookies


Eating fortune cookies

               
Until my guts churn



I think this is pretty right. There may be an alternative to the F#m. If there is 
it with another tab.
Thanks Tim