Mozzarella Swastikas – Adam Green

Tabbed by Adam Bishop

C   - x32010
G7  – 320001
F   - 133211
Am  - x02210

In the verses, where there is a C, it is picked like this:

E|-------0----0---------0----0--
B|-------1----1---------1----1--
G|-------0----0---------0----0--
D|-----------------2------------
A|--3---------------------------
E|------------------------------

The G7 is picked similarly, first the G bass note, then the B.

In the choruses, the F is sometimes picked that way 
(F, then C, bass notes), but I don’t think it always 
is, so it’s not as important.

In the chorus, the C-C/B-Am is just a descending baseline, 
pretty easy.  Same with the second verse, and first half of 
the third verse, where there is an ascending G7/A-G7/B-C 
at “and she did,” “in the wind,” and “burned alive.”  


C
In a land made of strings
          G7
Where the hills are balls of twine
                                       C
And the doctor knits the sun down in a baseball diamond mine
                                G7
And the mozzarella sweaters get sown to the tits
                                             C
Where the lump behind the sheet is where the tumour took a shit

                    F              C
And I’ll be getting head under the rainbow
                    F              C
And I’ll be getting head under the rainbow
                    F              C    C/B  Am     F    G (riff)
And I’ll be getting head under the rain      bow

Riff:
E|--3----0---------0-------
B|------------3---------1--
G|-------------------------
D|-------------------------
A|-------------------------
E|-------------------------

Well we came upon a cracker
And we all came on this cracker
And the last one had to eat it, and she did
But she threw it up like a whore
So the sunshine stabbed right through her
Like a whore on a skewer in the wind

Chorus


Now the king was reading comics
When he stepped into some vomit
And he screamed like 40 wolves being burned alive
And I rode my dolphin Adam
And he fed my dolphin stars
And he fed my dolphin stars like you’d put gasoline in cars

         F                     C
Papa was smart but mama said I wasn’t
                       F               C
Now I’ve got a million dollars but who doesn’t
                F                             C
Gonna go to the graveyard to get some begging done
         C/B Am         F   G7     C
Gonna dig up Megan, and cut out my son