Biography:
Rumbletramp is a folk punk band from Hickory, North Carolina.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
F Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A gut full of bumwine, lungs full of smoke
F E
A head that's full of craziness and dark black jokes
F
Praying for a new disease to end mankind
E
Waiting on the last day that the sun will ever shine
Am
Lips slick with poison, eyes full of fear
F E
A thunderous cacophony ringing in my ears
F
I hope the shit that they spew from NBC and fox news
E
Seeps out of the screen and fills the air with deadly fumes
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am E F E
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A mouth full of anger, spit made of rage
F E
A pipe bomb to blow up every fence and every cage
F
When I'm walking down the street in any american town
E
And see the shops and cops and cars and people all milling about
Am
I get sick to my stomach
F E
I get rabid and violent
F
I get to feeling out of place amid the dollar signs and greed
E
A desperate, hungry parasite, my host rejecting me
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
An inferno to burn down every capital city
F
A billowing dust storm to strangle the sky
F
Praying for a virus or a blight or plague
E
To wipe the slate clean and bring about the end of days
Am
Fire and brimstone
F E
Poison and napalm
F
Praying for a tidal wave to rise and crest on high
E
Drown everything in a blue to match the sky
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A gut full of bumwine, lungs full of smoke
F E
A head that's full of craziness and dark black jokes
F
Praying for a new disease to end mankind
E
Waiting on the last day that the sun will ever shine
Am
Lips slick with poison, eyes full of fear
F E
A thunderous cacophony ringing in my ears
F
I hope the shit that they spew from NBC and fox news
E
Seeps out of the screen and fills the air with deadly fumes
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am E F E
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
A mouth full of anger, spit made of rage
F E
A pipe bomb to blow up every fence and every cage
F
When I'm walking down the street in any american town
E
And see the shops and cops and cars and people all milling about
Am
I get sick to my stomach
F E
I get rabid and violent
F
I get to feeling out of place amid the dollar signs and greed
E
A desperate, hungry parasite, my host rejecting me
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Am E
Am E
Am F E
Am F E
Am
An inferno to burn down every capital city
F
A billowing dust storm to strangle the sky
F
Praying for a virus or a blight or plague
E
To wipe the slate clean and bring about the end of days
Am
Fire and brimstone
F E
Poison and napalm
F
Praying for a tidal wave to rise and crest on high
E
Drown everything in a blue to match the sky
Am E F E
Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again
Am F E F
I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive
Am E F E
Hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet
Am F E
And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry
F E Am
And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
Run From Cover
Run in Red
Run Kid Run
Run the Jewels
Run-D.M.C.