Fry Bacon Fry Die Pigs - Ver 2

Bb F C Eb Bb F Cm Eb Bb When I die 
 F Cm You better bury me an extra six feet underground Eb Cause I already got these two feet on the grave
 Bb And they're still walking
 Cm Eb Bb F Cm Eb Bb F And I’ll keep strummin’ this guitar
 And yelling at the top of my lungs Cm 
On the street corner
 Eb And when the sun goes down
 Bb I’ll show no signs of stopping
 Cm Eb Bb F Cm Eb Bb F We may be falling apart but Cm Eb 
At least we’re free
 Bb F We may be dirty and penniless
 Cm Eb But at least we can breath
 Bb F Oh no po po 5o get low
 Cm Line up on the wall
 Eb Copper jealous cause we stack dough
 Bb F Oh no po po 5o get low
 Cm Fry bacon fry
 Ab Coppers die when we spit flows Bb Fm Cm Eb Bb F Cm Eb Bb F I can’t think of any better life for me Cm 
Than playing songs for my friends every night Eb In a different town Bb Got no obligations
 F Got no where to be
 Cm I’ve got no worries Eb 
I’m just aimlessly wondering around
 Bb F Finally I’m happy
 Cm Eb Finally I’m free
 Bb F Finally I know exactly Cm Eb Where I need to be
 Bb So enjoy your couch F Cm Eb Enjoy your school, your house and your TV Bb Cm 
I’m just not that into slavery
 Eb That life’s just not for me
 Bb F Oh no po po 5o get low
 Cm Line up on the wall
 Eb Copper jealous cause we stack dough
 Bb F Oh no po po 5o get low
 Cm Fry bacon fry
 Ab Coppers die when we spit flows Bb Fm Cm Eb Bb F Cm Eb Bb F And you some days I really hate my life Cm Eb But at least I’m still moving
 Bb F Fight the battle that I know I just can’t win
 Eb B But I’m all in for losing
 F Cm 'Cus eventually we all die anyway Eb Why not live to see another day Bb Another day of body bugs
 F Another day of shame
 Cm Another day of cigarettes
 Eb To dull the hunger pains

 Bb F Oh no po po 5o get low
 Cm Line up on the wall
 Eb Copper jealous cause we stack dough
 Bb F Oh no po po 5o get low
 Cm Fry bacon fry
 Eb Coppers die when we spit flows (Speed up a lot here!) Bb C Cm Eb Bb F Cm Eb Bb F C Eb K**l them all they keep us caged and hide away our love and rage Bb Cm Bb F They'll steal away all we've got and leave us in a ditch to rot C Eb Bb F F**k that shit we've had enough the time has come to spill the red Cm Bb Cm Eb K**l more cops and take it back til every fucking coppers dead Bb Cm Eb 3x Die pigs! Bb