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SONG: They Shoot Heroin, Don't They?


ARTIST: TISM   (aka This Is Serious Mum)


ALBUM: Hot Dogma




INTRO


(Fade in)
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VERSE 1
 


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   Oh Big Philou, he's addicted 


C#5       B     A     F#5
  He just wants more


      C#5           B       A         F#5
After running eight hundred furlongs



        C#5      B      A     F#5
He just wants to score



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  Manikado,   he just can't let go


C#5   B             A        F#5
   Of his heinous addiction


       C#5      B            A        F#5
Anyone tell you Phar Lap's a junkie?


 C#5   B          A         F#5
Buddy, that ain't fiction


B      C#      F#m      F      A






CHORUS
C#5    B     A        F#5
  They shoot heroin don't they?


C#5    B     A        F#5
 A white line,   a dead heat 


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   I'm waiting for my Manikado


F#m              F            A
 Shoot heroin,   shoot heroin don't they?  




C#5     B      A     F#5


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VERSE 2


C#5   B     A             F#5
  All those four legged equine


C#5         B          A         F#5
Versions of Barlow and Chambers


              C#5             B      A     F#5
Well what was Silver speeding on


        C#5       B        A       F#5
When he was under the Lone Ranger?



B      C#      F#m      F      A





CHORUS 2


C#5    B     A        F#5
  They shoot heroin don't they?


C#5    B     A        F#5
 A white line,   a dead heat 


C#5     B        A           F#5
   I've got the jockey on my back


F#m              F            A
 Shoot heroin,   shoot heroin don't they?