Biografia:
W.A.S.P. é uma banda de heavy metal da Califórnia, Estados Unidos. A banda surgiu no início dos anos 1980, mais precisamente em 1982, tendo como fundador o vocalista Blackie Lawless.
O acronimo "W.A.S.P." é uma das maiores polêmicas em torno da banda, que em inglês é entendido como "White Anglo-Saxon Protestant", que significa "Branco, Anglo-Saxão e Protestante", foi reinterpretado pelos membros do grupo para que significasse "We Are Sexual Perverts", que traduzindo para o português significa "Nós somos pervertidos sexuais".
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Outras músicas:
- Babylons Burning
- Black Forever
- Breathe
- Chainsaw Charlie
- Crazy
- Cries In The Night
- Deal With The Devil
- Dirty Balls
- Evermore
- Forever Free
- Godless Run
- Golgotha
- Heavens Hung In Black
- Helldorado
- Hold On To My Heart
- I Am One
- Im Alive
- Kill Fuck Die
- Let It Roar
- Loco
- Love Machine
- Mercy
- Miss You
- Rebel In The Fdg
- Shoot From The Hip
- Sleeping In The Fire
- Sunset And Babylon
- The Flame
- The Horror
- The Idol
- The Invisible Boy
- The Rock Rolls On
- Wasted White Boys
- What Ill Never Find
- Wicked Love
- Wild Child
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Chainsaw Charlie
F# arpeggio
F# A E->F#
F# F x2
B A
O.K. boy now here's your deal
D E
Will you gamble your life?
B A
Sign right here on the dotted line
D E
It's the one you've waited for all of your life
F# D
Ah - will it feed my hunger
A E F#
If I swallow lies right down my throat?
D B
Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
F# D
And tomorrow when I'm gone
A E
Will they whore my image on?
F# D B
I'll will my throne away, to a virgin
F#
heir and Charlie's slave
F#
Murders, murders in the new morgue
D
Murders, murders in the new morgue
B E
See old Charlie and the platinum armys
F#
Making me their boy
F#
Murders, murders in the new morgue
D
Murders, murders in the new morgue
B E
He'll make ya scream for the cash machine
F#
Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
F# D
We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go
A E
A whore of wrath just like me
F# D
We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul
A E F#
Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine
Verse
Chorus
F# F# G E
Welcome to the morgue boy
Where the music comes to die
Welcome to the morgue son
I'll cut your throat just to stay alive
solo F# E D B x2
F# F# G E
Ah, trust me boy
I won't steer you wrong
If you trust me son
You won't last very long
F# E D C#
medley: F# E D E D C# B
F# E D B E F# x2
F#
I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie
E
I'm a cocksucking asshole,
that's what they call me
F#
Here from my Hollywood tower I rule
E
I'm lying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my tool
F# E D B E F# x2
F#
The new morgue's our factory, to grease our lies
E
Our machine is hungry, it needs your life
F#
Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum
E
Before we're done, son we'll make you one
F# (F# G E F#)
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, But I'll make you a star
F# solo
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, but i'll make me the star
F# solo
F# D B chainsaw
ee-eh, ee-ee-ee-ee-eh
Chorus
F# arpeggio
F# A E->F#
F# F x2
B A
O.K. boy now here's your deal
D E
Will you gamble your life?
B A
Sign right here on the dotted line
D E
It's the one you've waited for all of your life
F# D
Ah - will it feed my hunger
A E F#
If I swallow lies right down my throat?
D B
Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
F# D
And tomorrow when I'm gone
A E
Will they whore my image on?
F# D B
I'll will my throne away, to a virgin
F#
heir and Charlie's slave
F#
Murders, murders in the new morgue
D
Murders, murders in the new morgue
B E
See old Charlie and the platinum armys
F#
Making me their boy
F#
Murders, murders in the new morgue
D
Murders, murders in the new morgue
B E
He'll make ya scream for the cash machine
F#
Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
F# D
We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go
A E
A whore of wrath just like me
F# D
We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul
A E F#
Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine
Verse
Chorus
F# F# G E
Welcome to the morgue boy
Where the music comes to die
Welcome to the morgue son
I'll cut your throat just to stay alive
solo F# E D B x2
F# F# G E
Ah, trust me boy
I won't steer you wrong
If you trust me son
You won't last very long
F# E D C#
medley: F# E D E D C# B
F# E D B E F# x2
F#
I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie
E
I'm a cocksucking asshole,
that's what they call me
F#
Here from my Hollywood tower I rule
E
I'm lying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my tool
F# E D B E F# x2
F#
The new morgue's our factory, to grease our lies
E
Our machine is hungry, it needs your life
F#
Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum
E
Before we're done, son we'll make you one
F# (F# G E F#)
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, But I'll make you a star
F# solo
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, but i'll make me the star
F# solo
F# D B chainsaw
ee-eh, ee-ee-ee-ee-eh
Chorus
Wadab
Wade Bowen
Wade Bowen and W (...)
Wade Hayes
Wade Jones
Wagoneers
Wahala
Wahlberg
Wahyu
Waikiki