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 Born Dead de Body Count

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Born Dead --------- Body Count Tabbed by Mathieu Bertrane [email protected]> Main Riff: ---------- |--------------------------15---- |-------------------------------- |-------------------15----------- |----------------------15-------- |-------------2-1---------------- |-1-1-1-1-1-1-------------------- The bass plays the low notes while the guitar plays the high ones. The lyrics are: Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black Chorus: ------- |-------------------15------ |--------------------------- |-------------15------------ |----------------15--------- |-3-3-3-3-3----------------- |-1-1-1-1-1----------------- The lyrics are: Born dead!! Dead! Born dead!! Dead! Born dead!! Then, play this: |-------------------------------------------- |-------------------------------------------- |-------------------------------------------- |-------------------------------------------- |-2-1------------------2-1------------------- |--------2-1----4--5----------2-1----4-5-7--- The lyrics are: Born dead Born dead Born dead (quite easy to sing, isn't it? :-) ) Second Riff: ------------ First: |---------------------- |---------------------- |---------------------- |---------------------- |-1--------2----------- |---2-1-2h----2-1-2h--- Then, play the 2nd chorus very fast and sing: DEAD!!!! Play this just the first time: |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------1------------2------------4---------- |-1-1-1-1------2-2-2-2------4-4-4-4------------ And sing: "New York, Atlanta, Chicago" Then: |------------------------------- |------------------------------- |------------------------------- |------------------------------- |--------------------2---------- |-1-1-1-1-4--1-1-1-1---1-4------ Now you have: |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |----------------------2------------4---------- |-1-1-1-1-4----2-2-2-2------4-4-4-4------------ Sing: "Oakland, Miami, Detroit" |------------------------------- |------------------------------- |------------------------------- |------------------------------- |--------------------2---------- |-1-1-1-1-4--1-1-1-1---1-0------ |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------- |----------------------2------------4---------- |-1-1-1-1-4----2-2-2-2------4-4-4-4------------ Ok, it's a bit confused, but I don't have the full version and I don't hear a part of the lyrics :-( Of course, if you have any comments (particulary for the high notes in the main riff), e-mail me at [email protected]> The whole lyrics are: --------------------- 1994 BC STILL IN THE HOUSE THEY DID EVERYTHING THEY COULD DO TO TAKE US OUT BUT LIKE ANY GOOD MONSTER THAT JUST MADE US STRONGER. YOU SEE, THEY DON'T LIKE US AND THEY DON'T LIKE YOU, THE BC FAN, 'CAUSE THEY KNOW WE STAND FOR THREE THINGS TRUTH, JUSTICE AND FUCK THE AMERICAN WAY! THAT WORD JUSTICE GOT ME FUCKED UP THOUGH. TWENTY COPS IN THE STREET, TWO GO TO JAIL. THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE DIED IN WARS OVERSEAS AND IT'S JUSTICE? YOU THINK THEY GIVE A FUCK ABOUT US? YOU'RE A FOOL! BORN YELLOW, BORN BROWN, BORN RED, BORN BLACK, BORN DEAD!! DEAD! (4X'S) BORN DEAD (3X'S) BORN ASIAN, BORN JEWISH, BORN LATINO, BORN POOR, BORN DEAD! DEAD! (4X'S) BORN DEAD! (3X'S) BUT YOU DON'T HEAR ME THOUGH. DEAD NY, ATL., CHI. - OAK, MIAMI, DET. EVERY DAY I GOTTA GET OUT MY MUTHAFUCKIN' BED, PUT ON MY MUTHAFUCKIN' GUN, DOWN IN MY MUTHAFUCKIN' GUN, DOWN IN MY MUTHAFUCKIN' PANTS, 'CAUSE MUTHAFUCKA'S OUT HERE IS TRIPPIN'. HOW THE FUCK YOU GONNA GET UP EVERY MORNING TRYIN' TO WORRY ABOUT IF YOU GONNA MAKE IT TO THE NEXT EVENING DO YOU UNDERSTAND? SOMETIMES WE TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS LIKE FOOD, LIKE FREEDOM. BORN IN SOMALIA, BORN IN SOUTH AMERICA, BORN IN SOUTH AFRICA, BORN IN SOUTH CENTRAL, BORN DEAD! DEAD! (4X'S) BORN DEAD! (3X'S)