tab by Nickey Whitfield

Intro (Capo on 2nd fret)

Em - D - A

e | -----------------------------5-3---------------------------5---5---- | 
B | ---------------3----------2----2--------------3---------2--2h3-2---- | 
G | -------0-------2----------2-----------0-------2---------2----------- | 
D | -------2-----0----------2-------------2-----0---------2------------- | 
A | -----2----------------0-------------2---------------0--------------- | 
E | ---0-----0h2------3h4-------------0-----0h2-----3h4----------------- | 


(throughout the song he uses small licks to not just play the plain chords;
quite similar to the intro and sometimes slightly differently)

   Em                   D                 A 
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat
   Em                   D                 A   
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat

Em                   D
Although my heart is golden 
   A                  Em
My throat is mould in red
    Em                D   
The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight
   A               Em
Of everything left unsaid
   Em                    D
My thousands of years of relatives 
      A                    Em  
Who's throats were made of lead

Em                      D                 A 
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat
My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
My mother says there's a demon in my guitar

Although it's crafted beautifully
The sound is quite bizarre
The wood was taken from a casket
That could not contain the law
Of a god who's bones are bleeching
Under the sun who setted on

My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
And my mother says that the end is coming soon
My mother says that the end is coming soon

Although she doesn't know the middle
She says it started with a word
That rhymes with man's conspiracy 
And the condition's had'em cured 
I offer her my condolences
For the shepperd and the herd

My mother says that the end is coming soon

My mother says that my songs contain no good
My mother says that my songs contain no good

Although my heart is golden 
My throat is mould in red
The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight
Of everything left unsaid
My thousands of years of relatives 
Who's throats were made of lead

My mother says that the devil lives in my throat