New song! It's still pretty rough, but here it is. Despite the seriousness of topic, the chords ( G and Am something something mostly) are rather upbeat, and the lyrics a little bit humorous (all puns are intended!) tell me what you think
"I gotta bone to pick with you"
Hey whats up? How do ya do?
I've seen ya hangin' around.
Sit up straight, and wipe that grin
Right off'ya silly face
Cause I've gotta somethin', somethin' to say:
Death I've got a bone to pick with you
Well I've been thinkin' we could maybe get along
If you'd keep away;
Bundle up yer sickle and your deadly song
And treat my friends the same.
But if you're gonna laugh that way at me,
Death I've got a bone to pick with you
Well you've got certain sick kind of appeal
That I know can't, can't be real
Gotta find that fountain, the Sorcerer's Stone
Death you're gonna hav'ta leave me alone
You've taken way too many military men
And I can no longer hold my Daddy's hand
I kicked your ugly hands off'a my best friend
So death I gotta bone to pick with you
yes death I gotta bone to pick with you
Well you've got certain sick kind of appeal
That I know can't, can't be real
Gotta find that fountain, the Sorcerer's Stone
Death you're gonna hav'ta leave me alone
Just leave me alone
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"Not remotely! Because iocaine comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you."
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