Better Place To Die
Woodbox GangVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
The rich get richer and the poor get bitter
It's a curse just to be alive
If we burn enough furniture to live through the winter
I want to have a better place to die
I want a better place to die in a battlefield to fight in
A bigger hole to hide in and commit suicide in
I'd be feeling much better if we all came together
And made the world a better place to die
If Jesus comes back as some do say
I'd ask what do you decide
To die on the cross or by the ultraviolet rays
Which is the better way to die
You can burn your credit cards and not pay your tax
But the mark of the beast is the sign
You're branded at the grocery when you cash personal checks
And stamp your thumbprint on the line
I'm gonna take my tribe outside this system
Head out west and hide
Except for radiation and alien abductions
I hear Nevada is nice
When I'm in the nursing home eating steak with a spoon
And my only visitors are flies
I hope my kids are living on the moon
Assuming it's a better place to die
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Readable chord sheet for Better Place To Die by Woodbox Gang
[E]The rich get richer and the poor get bitter It's a curse just to be a[B7]live If we[E] burn enough furniture [A]to live through the winter I [E]want to have [B7]a better place [E]to die I want a better place to[B7] die in a battlefield to [E]fight in A bigger hole to [B7]hide in and commit su[E]icide in I'd be[E] feeling much better if [A]we all came together And[E] made the world [B7]a better place [E]to die If Jesus comes back as some do say I'd ask what do you decide To die on the cross or by the ultraviolet rays Which is the better way to die You can burn your credit cards and not pay your tax But the mark of the beast is the sign You're branded at the grocery when you cash personal checks And stamp your thumbprint on the line I'm gonna take my tribe outside this system Head out west and hide Except for radiation and alien abductions I hear Nevada is nice When I'm in the nursing home eating steak with a spoon And my only visitors are flies I hope my kids are living on the moon Assuming it's a better place to die