Song Information for The Devil Lives in My Throat

Song Title:The Devil Lives in My Throat
Artist:La Botz, Jake
Hits:19
{t:The Devil Lives in My Throat}
 {st:Jake La Botz}
 
 Jake La Botz - the devil lives in my throat (tab by Nickey Whitfield)
 
 Intro (Capo on 2nd fret)
 
 [Em] [-] [D] [-] [A] 
 
 {sot}
 e|-----------------------------5-3---------------------------5---5----|
 B|---------------3----------2----2--------------3---------2--2h3-2----|
 G|-------0-------2----------2-----------0-------2---------2-----------|
 D|-------2-----0----------2-------------2-----0---------2-------------|
 A|-----2----------------0-------------2---------------0---------------|
 E|---0-----0h2------3h4-------------0-----0h2-----3h4-----------------|
 {eot}
 
 (throughout the song he uses small licks to not just play the plain chords;
 quite similar to the intro and sometimes slightly differently)
 
 My [Em]mother says that the [D]devil lives in my [A]throat
 My [Em]mother says that the [D]devil lives in my [A]throat
 ( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/j/jake_la_botz/the_devil_lives_in_my_throat_tab.html )
 [Em]Although my heart is [D]golden
 My [A]throat is mould in [Em]red
 The [Em]hell of it is I'm [D]shouldering weight
 Of [A]everything left [Em]unsaid
 My [Em]thousands of years of [D]relatives
 Who's [A]throats were made of [Em]lead
 
 [Em]My mother says that the [D]devil lives in my [A]throat
 My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
 My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
 
 Although it's crafted beautifully
 The sound is quite bizarre
 The wood was taken from a casket
 That could not contain the law
 Of a god who's bones are bleeching
 Under the sun who setted on
 
 My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
 And my mother says that the end is coming soon
 My mother says that the end is coming soon
 
 Although she doesn't know the middle
 She says it started with a word
 That rhymes with man's conspiracy
 And the condition's had'em cured
 I offer her my condolences
 For the shepperd and the herd
 
 My mother says that the end is coming soon
 
 My mother says that my songs contain no good
 My mother says that my songs contain no good
 
 Although my heart is golden
 My throat is mould in red
 The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight
 Of everything left unsaid
 My thousands of years of relatives
 Who's throats were made of lead
 
 My mother says that the devil lives in my throat
 
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