C Someday you all will perish Am in the fire of my hate. C Someday you all will drown in Am a sea of my tears. C Someday you all will choke on Am the length of my hair. C Someday you all will smother under Am the weight of my tits. F G And you will run, you will run C F C F to the hills. F G And you will run, you will run C F C F for your lives. F G (held) And you will die, you will die C F C F C F C F content and happy.