The Killing Type taby ukulele według Amanda Palmer

C       Em
I wouldn't kill to win a war
                            C       Em
I don't get what they do it for
                      C       Em
It's all so terribly vague
                          D
I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
                        C       Em
And I think it's such a bore
                          C       Em
I walk New Orleans with a knife
                          C       Em
Like Mackie hidden out of sight
                          C       Em
But I'd be useless if they jumped
                           D
I'm really not the killing type

A5
I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

                           C      Em
I've got a picture of your mum
                            C       Em
Before the war when she was young
                            C       Em
She's got an etching to her right
                              D
I think it's funny that she's looking to the left and it's her son
                           C       Em
I wouldn't kill to get you back
                         C       Em
And I've officially been asked
                          C      Em
I couldn't kill to save a life
                          D
I'd rather die a peaceful piece of shit-bait, shame-filled coward, thanks

A5
I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

                             C       Em
But I would kill to make you feel
                              C       Em
I don't mean kill someone for real
                          C       Em
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
                      A5
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song
  
                  C
And I'm saying it NOW
              Em7
I'm saying it SO
                  D                                   A5
Even if you never hear this song, somebody else would know
              C
I'm saying it NOW
              Em7
I'm saying it SO
                  D                                  A5
Even if you never hear this song, somebody else will know, know, know, know

C
I just can't explain how good it feels
D
I just can't explain how good it feels
C
I just can't explain how good it feels
D
I just can't describe

                          C        Em
I once stepped on a dying bird
                        C
It was a mercy killing, I couldn't sleep for a week
Em
I kept feeling its breaking bones
  C
I heard
Em                           C
   That if you see a star at night
Em                             C
   And the conditions are just right
Em                           C
   And you are standing on a cliff
Em                                  D
   Then you can close your eyes and make a wish, and take a step, and change somebody's life

A5
I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

                            C       Em
But I would kill to make you feel
                              C       Em
I'd kill to move your face an inch
                       C
I see you staring into space
                        D
I wanna stick my fist into your mouth and twist your arctic heart

                             C       Em
Yes, I would kill to make you feel
                              C       Em
I don't mean kill someone for real
                          C       Em
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
                      A5
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song
       
                  C
And I'm saying it NOW
              Em7
I'm saying it SO
                  D                                   A5
Even if you never hear this song, somebody else would know
              C
I'm saying it NOW
              Em7
I'm saying it SO
                  D                                   A5
Even if you never hear this song, somebody else would know, know, know, know

C
I just can't explain how good it feels
D
I just can't explain how good it feels
C
I just can't explain how good it feels
D
I just can't describe, -ibe, -ibe

Em
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
A5
I'm not the killing type