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    KKid Rock • Devil Without A Cause (аккорды и текст - chords & lyrics)


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    Song:Devil without a cause 
    Album:Devil without a cause 
    
    
    This song is based on four basic riffs using the A5,E5 and F#5 power chords, 
    repeated throughout the song with slight variations. 
    
    Riff 1 [00:42] 
    -> Distortion ON 
    -> Wah ON - rock wah pedal back and foward on each beat. 
    
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    B|----------------------------------------| 
    G|-----x---x---x---x---------2------------| 
    D|-2h4-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-4-4p2h4---4----------| 
    A|----------------------------------------| 
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    
    ....with different endings, based in these two: 
    
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    B|-10h12b-10h12b--or--10h12b-10h12b-10----| 
    G|-------------------------------------11-| 
    D|----------------------------------------| 
    A|----------------------------------------| 
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    B|----------------------------------------| 
    G|-2h4b-2---------------------------------| 
    D|--------4-------------------------------| 
    A|----------------------------------------| 
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    
    Riff 2 [01:54] 
    -> Distortion ON 
    -> Wah OFF 
    
    F#5 A5 
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    B|----------------------------------------| 
    G|---------------------2------------------| 
    D|-4-4-x-x-x-x-x-4-x-4-2------------------| 
    A|-4-4-x-x-x-x-x-4-x-4-0------------------| 
    E|-2-2-x-x-x-x-x-2-x-2--------------------| 
    
    Riff 3 [02:05] 
    -> Distortion ON 
    -> Wah OFF 
    
    F#5 A5 
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    B|----------------------------------------| 
    G|-----------------------2----------------| 
    D|-4-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-2----------------| 
    A|-4-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-0----------------| 
    E|-2-2-x-x-2-x-x-2-x-x-2------------------| 
    |________p.m._________| 
    
    Riff 4 [03:28] 
    -> Distortion ON 
    -> Wah OFF 
    
    E5 F#5 
    E|----------------------------------------| 
    B|----------------------------------------| 
    G|----------------------------------------| 
    D|-2-4--4-2-4-----------------------------| 
    A|-2-4--4-2-4-----------------------------| 
    E|-0-2--2-0-2-----------------------------| 
    
    p= Pull off 
    h= Hammer on 
    b= Bend 
    x= Hit muted strings 
    p.m.= Palm mute 
    
    I think this should help you getting started, the rest you can figure out 
    by listening to the song.This is a great song to jam to! Improvise a bit and have fun! 
    Any kind of feedback would be nice, so mail me if you have any corrections, comments or questions.
     
    
    
    
    You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
    But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
    Can't read my brain but you read my lips
    And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
    Now don't even trip, be a man instead
    Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
    I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
    People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
    I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
    Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
    So hold your bids, all bets are closed
    And fuck all you hoes
    
    Cause it's been a long time comin'
    But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
    Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
    Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
    No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
    Fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
    Watch me throw like a fist of rage
    Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges
    Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight)
    Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
    Seven years on wax comin correct
    Flat out you diss me punk
    That's when I pull a strap out
    And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
    Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C-E-O
    Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
    My motto, Be Cool...Keep Pimpin
    Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
    Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
    We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
    We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
    Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
    What the fuck's goin on in the D
    Bunch of white boys pimpin like the K-I-D
    And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
    We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
    Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
    
    Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
    
    I'm going Platinum
    I'm going Platinum
    We're going platinum
    Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
    Uh
    Devil...Devil
    
    Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
    (Come On)
    Yeah we come to party
    
    I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
    To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
    From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
    To gettin much respect from top record exec's
    The cool Kid's comin up to call you out
    So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
    Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
    When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot
    Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
    Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
    Motherfuckers want to claim their down
    But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
    All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
    I did it without you got a brand new team
    No triple beams it seems like a movie
    Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
    No more fluzzies only high class hoes
    Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
    A brand new nose to go along with my habit
    And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
    Bought a couple parots that like to squak
    And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
    Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc
    You're too old to kid too soft to rock
    Already did what most love shout
    Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
    And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
    That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time
    
    I'm go platinum
    I'm go platinum
    I'm go platinum
    Were going platinum
    Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
    Uh
    Devil
    Come on
    Devil
    Uh...Uh
    Devil
    
    Straight out of the streets of Taylor
    
    3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C
    I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
    Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
    I'm a freak hoe call me sick
    Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
    The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
    And rake through kind like a bum through wi

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