Holy Smoke

Intro: (x2) 0:00 0:12
E | E | B | B
D | A | E | E

Verse 1: 0:23
   E
Believe in me
     D
And send no money,
   G            A
I died on the cross
               G
That ain't funny,

 A   E
But my so called friends,
         D
They're making me a joke,
            G
They missed out what I said,
     A             G
Like I never spoke.
0:35
A   E
  They choose what they wanna hear,
      D
They don't tell a lie,
           G
They just leave out the truth
     A                   G
As they're watching you die.

A   E
  They're saving the souls
    D
By taking your money,
  G
Flies 'round shit,
 A           G
Bees around honey.

Chorus 1: 0:46
A E              G
    Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke,
  D
Plenty bad preachers
         A         D
For the Devil to stoke.
 E                G
Feed 'em in feet first, this is no joke,
          D
This is thirsty work,
0:57
A         G E           G  | D | A
  Making Ho-oly Smoke, yeah!
        E        | G | D | A
Making Holy Smoke.

Verse 2: 1:10
 E
Jimmy Reptile
    D
And all his friends
          G        A
Say they gonna be with you
       G
At the end.

A  E
  Burning records,
 D
Burning books,
 G
Holy soldiers,
 A         G
Nazi looks.
1:21
A   E
  Crocodile smiles,
      D
Just wait awhile
         G
Till the TV Queen
          A            G
Gets her make up clean.

A E
  I've lived in filth,
      D
I've lived in sin,
        G
And I still smell cleaner
           A         G
Than the shit you're in.

Chorus 2: 1:33
A E              G
    Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke,
  D
Plenty bad preachers
         A         D
For the Devil to stoke.
 E                G
Feed 'em in feet first, this is no joke,
          D
This is thirsty work,
1:43
A         G E           G  | D | A
  Making Ho-oly Smoke, yeah!
   E        | G | D | A
Ho-oly Smoke.           Smells good!

Instrumental: 1:56
E | E | B | B
D | A | E | E

Solo: 2:08 2:20
E | E | B | B
D | A | B | B
(x2)
2:31
F#m7 | A E | F#m | D E
F#m | A E | F#m | D E
2:42
F#m | A E | F#m | D E
F#m | A E | D | D | B | B

Verse 3: 2:57
  E
They ain't religious,
      D
But they ain't no fools.
      G              A
When Noah built his Cadillac,
        G
It was cool.

A   E
  Two by two they're
  D
Still going down,
         G
And the satellite circus
 A         G
Just left town.
3:08
A     E
  I think they're strange,
      D
And when they're dead,
  G
They can have a Lincoln
 A         G
For their bed.

A   E
  Friend of the president,
  D
Trick of the tail,
         G
Now they ain't got a prayer,
     A            G
One hundred years in jail.

Chorus 3: 3:19
A E              G
    Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke,
  D
Plenty bad preachers
         A         D
For the Devil to stoke.
 E                G
Feed 'em in feet first, this is no joke,
          D
This is thirsty work,
3:30
A         G E           G  | D | A
  Making Ho-oly Smoke, yeah!
       E  | G | D | A
Holy Smoke.

Coda: 3:43
E!
  Ahhhh...