Sickdom - Ver 2

Em C Em G Em The murderess undresses her late night victim G D Em Bm7 Em He's got a fine physique, that's why she picked him G D She takes a swig of port then sits A Am Em D Upon his rigor mortised bits till dawn G D Bm Em D G She's the sickest lass in all of Sickdom D Sickdom is a realm C G Where saintly souls are overwhelmed, Em Bm7 Em Bm7 Em Their grace erased and then replaced with base depravity D G C Its denizens are menacing, yet fill you full of calm Em D G By shoving opiated balm up in your cavity... Em C Em G Em The murderess confesses to the handsome priest G D Em Bm7 Em But he doesn't hear a word, as he's deceased G D She tears his frock & socks off and A Am Em D Prepares to get her rocks off by smearing him G D Bm Em D G In the extremely unctuous gunk with which she's greased KAZOO BREAK D G Em “W” Em Bm7 Em D G Em Bm7 Em D G D Em The murderess caresses her machete Am Em And curls up on a deep magenta settee D G The scent of fetid gent is strong and heady A D6 G As she slips out of her pinkish patchwork teddy Em C Em G Em The murderess's tresses grow gray and thin G D Em Bm7 Em And then the ravages of time do her in G D She punts across the Styx to dwell A Am Em D But cannot get her kicks so well in Hades, G D Bm Em D G Where cavorting with the dead is not a sin, rickety-tin, Em D G D G How she longs to live in Sickdom once again…