opening chord (played around 64 times) fig.1 e--9--| B--9--| G--13-| D--11-| A--9--| E--9--| then: fig. 1b e|------| B|------| G|------| D|-x--2-| A|-x--2-| E|-x--0-| fig.2 Pre-chorus e------------------------------------------------------| B------------------------------------------------------| G-3b(4)r(3)-----------------------3b(4)r(3)------------| D-----------4-------------------xx-----------xxxx--xx--| A--------------2-2--------------xx-----------xxxx--xx--| E--------------0-0-0202320--02--xx-----------xxxx--xx--| played four times Fig. 3 Chorus e----------| B----------| G----------| D-4-4-x-xx-| A-4-4-x-xx-| E-0-2-x-xx-| played four times Then this overdub w/ some weird effect Fig.3b B-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-| play all of fig. 3 twice then play fig 3a Verse: I am convinced that this is guitar with another weird effect, due to the fact that all sounds on this album are made by guitar, bass, drums, and vocals. Fig. 4 G-7-9------o| D-----9-7--o| The post verse is still a mystery to me, but its some variation of fig. 1 solo: A:-4-2-4-2-4-2-4-2-4-2-| just play that, listen to the CD to get the rythym End part (the rungs torn from the ladder...) e|-----------|---------|----------------------|---------------| B|-----------|---------|----------------------|-closing chors-| G|-----------|---------|1212-12-12-12-12-12---|---------------| D|-----------|-----2---| it's just a |-2-------------| A|-----------|-2-2-2-2-| quiet, peaceful dance|-2-------------| E|-0-0-0-0-0-|-0-0-0-0-|----------------------|-0-------------| Lyrics: So now I'm Rolling down rodeo with a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparents bought one VERSE: Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk the track my verbs fly like the family stone The pen devils set the stage for the war at home Locked without a wage ya standin' in the drop zone The clockers born staring at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock School yard precinct, suburb to project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war CHORUS: Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste the dy when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grand parents bought one VERSE 2: Bare witness to the sickest shot wwhile suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lamping still clocking dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools we should be taking 'em Fuck the G ride I want the machines that are making them Our target straight aheadwith a room full of armed pawn to Off the Kings out the west side at dawn LAST PART: The rungs torn form the ladder can't reach the tumor One God, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet and peeceful dance for things we'll never have