Biografia:
The Homeless Gospel Choir, also known as Derek Zanetti, is a folk-punk musician from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. His act consists of his voice, his emotions, and his acoustic guitar. He's signed to A-F Records and has released five albums to date. His debut album, "Some People Never Go Anywhere," was released in 2010, "You Work So Hard to Be Like Everyone Else," in 2011, Luxury Problems, his third was released in 2012; and his fourth album, I Used To Be So Young, which was released in 2014, contains his hit song, "Untitled".
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[intro]
D E A D
Each night I pray to Kurt Cobain
E A D
That the skin I'm living in won't let me die in vain
E
I'll wipe the sleep from my morning eyes
A D
It lets me know I'm still alive
E
Everyone is gonna die
A E D
Tralla, tralla, tralla
[chorus]
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
[verse]
I was born so far away from home
E
I forget sometimes where I'm supposed to go
A
If you could just get here somehow
D
I can feel at home right now
E A
So I can smash my own windows out
[verse 2]
D E
Cause I lose myself sometimes
A D
The other times I'm fine, alright
E
I still bleed when I get cut
A D
And I'm still looking for songs to trust
E A
So I can smash my own windows out
[chorus]
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D E A D
Each night I pray to Kurt Cobain
E A D
That the skin I'm living in won't let me die in vain
E
I'll wipe the sleep from my morning eyes
A D
It lets me know I'm still alive
E
Everyone is gonna die
A E D
Tralla, tralla, tralla
[chorus]
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
[verse]
I was born so far away from home
E
I forget sometimes where I'm supposed to go
A
If you could just get here somehow
D
I can feel at home right now
E A
So I can smash my own windows out
[verse 2]
D E
Cause I lose myself sometimes
A D
The other times I'm fine, alright
E
I still bleed when I get cut
A D
And I'm still looking for songs to trust
E A
So I can smash my own windows out
[chorus]
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
D
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
E
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
A
Father, Son, Holy shit
D
Pearly gates, or firey pit
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