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Christmas Island (album)
Andrew Jackson Jihad
All tabs written out separately by denoted contributors

Artist:  Andrew Jackson Jihad
Album:   Christmas Island
Year:    2014
Tuning:  Standard


Temple Grandin
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by Arcelle


G                            C            D                   G
Open up your murder eyes and see the ugly world that spat you out
G                           C                 D                      G
Open up your ugly mouth and sing the words it taught you to spit 'em out

       Em                            Am
In the days before the damage no one knew if we were happy
       Em                           D
In the days before the damage dying wasn't nearly even easy now
   C                            D                                G   C  G  C D
So open up your murder eyes and see the ugly world that spat you out

G                     C
Stevie Wonder to the bullshit
G                     C        
Stevie Wonder to the bullshit, baby
G       D              G
Write a nice pop song about it

G                                C               D               G
Cut the world in half I bet that you will go and find a sleeping giant
G                                          C                      D                G
Turn the page just to wake him up and then turn the page and then turn the page to kill him

       Em                             G
In the days before the damage boredom was the same as waiting
       Em                           Bm
In the days before the damage water was the only raining
       C                            Cm                                  Em      D G
In the days before the damage human beings weren't the ones who did the chasing
C                            D                                G
Open up your murder eyes and see the ugly world that spat you out

                     C
Hellen Keller to the bullshit
G                    C
Hellen Keller to the bullshit
G        D               G      Bm  Em  D  C  Bm D
To break through your isolation
G                     C
Temple Grandin to the bullshit
G                     C
Temple Grandin to the bullshit baby

G      Bm           Em
Find a nicer way to kill it
       D            C       Bm D
Find a nicer way to kill it
G      Bm           Em
Find a nicer way to kill it
       D            C
Find a nicer way to kill it
       Bm    D      G
Find a nicer way to kill it

       Bm           Em
Find a nicer way to kill it
       D            C
Find a nicer way to kill it
       Bm    D      G       Bm  Em  D  C  Bm D  (end on) G
Find a nicer way to kill it

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Children of God
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by rockerkid812


G
In came the being born police
Bm(Barre chord)
to take the newly undeceased
Em                                     D
i was the soften gaze upon a child of god
G
when the sky was full of teeth
Bm
anticipating that sweet release
Em                                                    D
i was the little engine that could i was a courtroom bomb sniffing dog
C                       D                       G     D        Em
and the blood collector collected blood and the cannibals all sang
G      D      Em     D     G
tra la la la la la la la lay

 G                                  Bm
they found the weird calling card in a puddle of body parts
  Em                                                   D
inside a bowl of angel hearts that the children were eating
G                       Bm
i was a vampire hunter, i was a pregnant mother
Em                                            D
i was a tear shed from the ones that die believing
C                       D                       G    D     C
and the blood collector collected blood and the cannibals all sang
G      D      Em     D     G
tra la la la la la la la lay

G G7

C             D
Thunder dome, broken home
G          C                  C                         D         G      D
everybody dies alone i wanna give a shout out to the innocent bystanding
G                             Bm
and at the corner of my eye coming out from the teeth filled sky
              Em                                       D
with eyes as red as a dogs ass hole when you see it shitting
G                            Bm
I saw the children of god as they walked on slovenly by
        Em                         D
the usb ports in their arms are bleeding 
C                       D                       G    D     C
and the blood collector collected blood and the cannibals all sang
    G      D      Em     D      G      D      Em     D
i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can
G      D      Em     D     G
tra la la la la la la la lay

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Do, Re, and Me
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by Gregory616


Intro: C-Am-F-G

  C      Am     F            G
I walked into a room full of corpses
    F                     G
The room all smelled like flowers
           C              Am
There were Nikes on their feet
         F               G
Hail and smile under the cloth


  C     Am       F                G
I gazed into the souls of all the horses
     F                  G
That jumped off all the bridges
         C            Am
In those wild western days
  F                 G
A spaceship made of death


C   Am
Do. Re.
F           G
Mi Fa So La Ti
F   G       C
Do, Re, and Me.


(C)-Am-F-G

  C    Am       F               G
I gave into the needs of all my masters
F          G
Man is the Bastard is a
C              Am
Brutal fucking band
    F                G
And they hate Thomas Lenz


  C    Am     F              G
I fell into a coffin full of orphans
    F                 G
And they all had been slaughtered 
     C              Am
By a website-making man
     F            G
With music in his heart


C   Am
Do. Re.
F           G
Mi Fa So La Ti
F   G       C    Am
Do, Re, and Me
F   G       C    Am
Do, Re, and Me
F   G       C
Do, Re, and Me


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Coffin Dancer
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by keckwin


Intro: Am C Am C


Am                                            C
Shoot him again 'cause I can see his soul dancing
Am                                            C
Shoot him again 'cause I can see his soul dancing
F                   Am
I'm gonna miss this place

       Am                                      C  
If you give it to me I'll give it back much harder
       Am                                                   C
If you treat me like a son, then I'll treat you like a daughter
F              Am      F              C
Everyone has a future, everyone has a soul,
F              C           G      Am         G       F         Am
Everyone has a heart, they have a mind, they have control. (Oh-oh)

C 

    Am                                                              C
The Coffin Dancer dances like he has something the prove because he does
    Am                                                             C
He sleeps a couple hours in the morning, hates the morning when he wakes up.

F Am

    Am                                                          C
The Coffin Dancer dances like he wants to make a friend, but he does not
    Am                                                           C
The eye contact he makes with each and everyone he doesn't see is kinda hot
  F                 Am            F                     C
I don't wanna go to here, there's nothing left to go on here,
        F                              C                 G              F         Am        
There's nothing left to go on, but the love and sense of tender in your eyes. (Oh-oh)

C Am C

Am                                           C
Shoot him again 'cause I can see his soul dancing.
Am                                           C
Shoot him again 'cause I can see his soul dancing.
F                   Am
I'm gonna miss this place
F                  C
I'm gonna miss its face
     G      Am     G       F          Am
Just like a vein inside my heart. (Oh-oh) 

F Am F Am

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Getting Naked, Playing with Guns
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by britton.dejong (corrections by philiphatessp and MOUSECOP)

The E7 occasionally includes a bend on the B string.

e -0-
B -3-
G -1-
D -0-
A -2-
E -0-


C E7 Am G F G
C E7 Am G F G

C                 E7     
getting naked and playing with guns
          Am            G           F               G
there's a gerbil in the microwave a baseball bat in everyone
C                  E7
sharing kisses and building a bomb
      Am              G            F
we'll set it off like Microsoft in 94'
      Am              G            F    C
we'll set it off like Microsoft in 94'

C                     E7
Mcdonalds play-place before the Xbox
Am            G             F            G
cake frosting sweet talking bedroom wall covered in knives 
C            E7
touching god burning shit
      Am              G              F                G
we'll make a wish and take a trip to future town like our daddy did

F                  E7               Am             G      F
and we'll kill the neighbor kid who only wants to be our friend
E7                              Am          G        F
his dad is dead enough that his new dad can cure the bends
      Am              G              C
we'll make a wish and take a trip to future town

C                 E7
feeling weird yet tasting sweet
       Am         G            F          G
it's a top bottom rock smoking magic mask making it bleed
C             E7
feeling sweet getting weird
Am                G                   F
now i can see the playground from the trees
Am                G                   C
and i can see the playground from the trees

C E7 Am G F G
C E7 Am G F G

F                  E7                 Am       G        F
and we'll show the neighbor kid what our love actually means
E7                               Am             G  F
he's here from out of town and i heard he's got ADD
                G                     C             F
we'll climb the tallest branch with a rifle full of dreams
          Am              G              C
and we'll blow the little dickhead up to smithereens

C                 E7     
getting naked and playing with guns
          Am            G           F               G
there's a gerbil in the microwave a baseball bat in everyone
C                  E7
sharing kisses and building a bomb
      Am              G            F
we'll set it off like Microsoft in 94'
      Am              G            F      G       C
we'll set it off like Microsoft in 94' in our backyard

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I Wanna Rock Out in My Dreams
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by Slendin

        F      C        Dm
I wanna rock out in my dreams
   Bb             C           Dm
Instead of waking up I wanna sleep
Bb                      C        F         C       Dm
Wearing black leather pants with boots too tall to see me
       Bb      C       F
I wanna rock out in my dreams

F                C                  F
Since I got back from the place you live
  Bb               C                   F
I haven't been the same I just eat and drink a lot
          Bb                 C                  F          C         Dm    
I should probably say that I miss you and I can even rhyme that with kiss you
    Bb                   C                  F
But these days that just seems too god damn cheap

        F       C       Dm
I wanna rock out in my dreams
   Bb             C             Dm
Instead of waking up I want to sleep
Bb                C       F            C      Dm
Sweet dick denim jacket, shredding the flying V
        Bb     C       F
I wanna rock out in my dreams

    F               C              F
The older I get the better I am at lying
         Bb                 C               F
The more friends and family I have dead or dying  
     Bb               C                 F               C             Dm
It's harder to define love, I've got to drink more if I wanna catch a buzz
    Bb                    C                 F
The older I get the more articulate I am at whining

[Instrumental]
F  C Dm
Bb C Dm
Bb C F C Dm
 
        Bb      C      F
I wanna rock out in my dreams
        Bb      C      F
I wanna rock out in my dreams
        Bb      C      F
I wanna rock out in my dreams
        Bb      C      F
I wanna rock out in my dreams

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Kokopelli Face Tattoo
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by jmpalmer1


Intro: F 

F
I was a sexy little viper ruin 

in the corner of King Tut tomb
                           Bb C
when the hate train started
           F
going choo choo.
F
I was a rat on a burning ship

When we sunk, our fire got put out.
                                 Dm Bb
It was just like the great plague,
                        C       
It's like the birth of underwear.
C B Bb               C
     Hey dude I hate everything you do
F                             Dm
But I'm trying really hard to not hate you
Bb               C                     F
Hating you won't make you suck any less

F   Bb C   F

F
I was a wheel in a war machine

Now I'm a toilet in a restaurant
                        Bb   C 
Somebody's gotta do it
               F
I know my place
F
I was a baby killing Cadillac

Now I'm a drug induced heart attack
                     Dm   Bb  
Somebody's gotta do it
               C
I know my place
C B Bb               C
     Hey dude I hate everything you do
F                             Dm
But I'm trying really hard to not hate you
Bb               C                     F
Hating you won't make you suck any less

F   Bb C   F  Dm C B Bb G

G
Have you ever wanted to be
Bb
Have you ever wanted wanted to see
        F              F#
Someone better, in the mirror
G                
Have you ever wanted to go
Bb
Have you ever wanted to know
          F                  A
Somewhere greener, me fucking neither!
      Dm                 C            Bb    F E F
I bet you got something beautiful in mind
F
They're gonna beat me till I'm black and blue

Give me a kokopelli face tattoo
                           Dm    Bb
And I'll tell you a secret
                          F
Kreuz is German for Williams
F
In the blood cult of the mislead youth
                                       C     F
I've got a bad case of the yellow flashlight blues
                                Dm
Let me tell you some weird shit
Bb                         C
There's gonna be a big old civil war inside my house tonight.
Bb              C
Hey dude I hate everything you do
F                             Dm
But I'm trying really hard to not hate you
Bb               C                     F (Barred on the 8th fret. Add your pinky to the 10th fret on the e
Hating you won't make you suck any less    string the last time you play the F)

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Best Friend
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by iamtheopal


G Am Bm C D x2



G          Am       C
Everything makes me bleed
Em               C             D
the sparkle won't shine if you don't feed it light
       G         Am    C
Balls deep in reality
   B           Em            D 
I spend all my time getting strung out on life
     Am               D
It's not our world anymore
     Am               D   C
It's not our world anymore
     G         Am        Bm             Em
Your dead best friend is walking up the stairs
     C              D           G
He's walking up the stairs with you

G       Am            C
      What is the wind saying?
Bm          Em            D
    Does it tell who isn't there?
G      Am             C
       Do the spirits haunt us
Bm     Em              D
    by blowing through our hair?

     Am               D
It's not our world anymore
     Am               D
It's not our world anymore
     G          Am       Bm              Em
Your dead best friend is walking up the stairs
     C              D            Am
He's walking up the stairs with you

             D
It's not our world 
Bm               Em   
     And it never was
    C              G
And that's not our problem
C             G          D
That's not our problem anymore

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Linda Rondstadt
by Andrew Jackson Jihad
tabbed by baby_alligators

Tabbed from "A Fistful of Vinyl" Performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ko9-_DV5P-8

---
Chords (Verses):                           Chords (Chorus):
                                           |
C/G:     E7:     Am:     F:     G(either): | C:     CM#11/B:    Am:     G:
  -0-     -0-     -0-    -1-    -3-  -3-   | -8-      -7-        -5-    -3-
  -1-     -0-     -1-    -1-    -0-  -3-   | -8-      -7-        -5-    -3-
  -0-     -1-     -2-    -2-    -0-  -4-   | -9-      -9-        -5-    -4-
  -2-     -0-     -2-    -3-    -0-  -5-   | -10-     -10-       -7-    -5-
  -3-     -2-     -0-    -3-    -2-  -5-   | -10-     -10-       -7-    -5-
  -3-     -0-     -0-    -1-    -3-  -3-   | -8-      -7-        -5-    -3-

Chords (Bridge):

D7:     G7:
  -5-    -3-
  -6-    -3-
  -5-    -4-
  -7-    -3-
  -5-    -5-
  -x-    -3-

---
Intro:
C/G     E7     Am
F       G      C/G

C/G     E7     Am
F       G      C/G

Do walk-down after last C/G using these:

-0--0--0--0--0-
-1--1--0--0--0-
-0--0--0--0--0-
-2--2--2--2--0-  
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