Dm
You look in the mirror
Dm
You?re all skin and bone
Gm
You?re gonna die soon
Gm
I thought I should phone
C
Your stomach is bulging
C
And cannot take food
F
I think that their methods are
A
A little crude

Dm
They?ve severed
Dm
Most of your limbs
Gm
Your brain and eyesight
Gm
Are going dim
C
Well they?ve strangled you
C
?Til your face went blue
F
I think that their methods are
A
A little crude

Dm
They cut off your ears
Dm
Pulled your nails out
Gm
You?ve answered all their questions
Gm
But they can still doubt
C
Well all your senses
C
They did delude
F
I think that their methods are
C
A little crude

Dm
Well they?ve shit in your shit in your
Dm
Shit in your face
Gm
Then dumped your body
Gm
Without a trace
C
Lacerated 
C
and in the nude
F
I think that their methods are frankly
A
A little crude crude crude crude
A
Crude crude crude crude
A
Crude crude crude crude

Crude crude crude crude

Crude

Dm
Then when I asked your tormentors
Dm
Wasn?t it odd
A
They said no
A                
We?re just doing 
Dm
our job


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