Hell Of A Ride Tabulatur von Bo Burnham

[Chorus]

G                               A

We’ve had a hell of a ride

C                                                   G  

But you thought we were riding to heaven, well

G                      A

I motherfucking lied

     C                                 G

So crank that funky shit to eleven

This pattern then repeats through both verses. I’m not going to write out every chord, but here are the lyrics to the rest of the song:

[Verse 1]

Photosynthetical, I want ‘em botanical
And I’m kind of theoretical
Quantum mechanical
Alphabetical, a word puritanical
Not a hypothetical
I rule tyrannical
Tyrannical-saurus-rex
Fuck the system
Solar plexus
A lone star Texas, yeah
Too smart to be sexist, hey
Slow it down; the shit’s too quick
Fuck it. Stick with it
The kid is too sick to quit
Haters: suck my dick
Handle the candle, lick the wick
No, stop. You’re better than that
C’mon, “mail” definition, there’s a letter in that
Spell “male” then repeat the second letter in that
A.A. If you got a girl, go let her in that
I said I’ve got a green light, Jay Gatsby
You know leaking’s just for maxi
So leak my tracks, they’re tax-free
And that’s the way it should be if you ask me
Take this music
Choose it, use it, fuse it
Abuse it, lose it
If some of you like it, sweet
But if it’s just me, then B, let’s ride the beat
Fuck it, get a bucket
My stomach is gonna upchuck
Texas ranger, no walker, get up, Chuck
Pixar’s dicks are slick cause they fucked up
What? I only fuck up stuck up suck up
Say this shit is crap, scoff
Write me off cause I’m a white kid, tryin’ to rap
Because I’m willing to quit, I’m just gettin’ the kill
Keep killin’ this shit, oh

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Lyrical acrobat
Listen, empirical mathematician, the miracle aftermath
Is it part due to the fact that rap’s elastic addict acts dismissive?
Too smart to be dismissed
Hey this heartbeat missed a fist, 
Kids can’t cut it but they try a wrist, shit
You got nothin’ on me, I’m a nihilist
Come on, Bo, flow
Blow like the wind go
Flow like the wind blow
Blowin’ out the window
Amnesty, amnesia, I remember a window in Indonesia
Pleased to meet ya
I don’t believe in Jesus
Jesus please don’t speed the cheese
Please it’s just what I believe
It’s not Jesus. It’s Jesus, right?
Not like it’s Jeremiah Wright
Ugh, too tight, and it’s makin’ you fight
My skin Lite Brite
Like at night what you write by
Lord of the Rings, but I’m the Tolkien white guy
Too dense, gotta rewind it
Hate my brain, but too sane to mind it
The meanings there, but as a rule of thumb
Just hum if you’re too dumb to find it