Guitar tablature for "Sing The Song" by "War Babies"

Artist: War Babies
Piece: Sing The Song
Instrument: Guitar
Submitter: thebulk1
Tab provided by tTabs

By: War Babies
Song: Sing The Song
Album: Brutallity Number One
Year 1996

(h)- harmonics
  h- hammer on
  p- pull off
  ^- let ring
  /- slide down
  - slide up
  ~- vibrato
  W- whammy
  *- upstroke


INTRO:

l---------------l
l---------------l
l---------------l
l-7-7-4-4-4-6-7-l
l-7-7-4-4-4-6-7-l
l-5-5-2-3-2-4-9-l

VERSE 1:

l--------------------------------------------4-----------(h)(h)--(h)-l
l--------------------------------------------4-----------(h)(h)--(h)-l
l----------------------------------------2-2---2---------(h)(h)--(h)-l
l-6-6-7-6-5-5-6-7--------------------6-3-----------------(h)(h)--(h)-l
l-6-6-7-6-5-5-6-7-----------------3-3--------------------(h)(h)--(h)-l
l-5-5-6-5-4-4-5-6-9-9-11-9-4-4-7-4---------------6-6-8-6~(h)(h)6-(h)-l

VERSE 2:

l-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------l
l-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------l
l-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------l
l-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------l
l-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------l
l-4/6-5-5-7-7-5-5-7-7-5-5-7-7-5-5-7-7-7-7-9-9-7-7-9-9-7-7-9-9-12-12-9-9-9-12-12-9-9-9-12-12-9-9-9-l

PRE-CHORUS (VERSE 3)-

l-----------l
l-----------l
l-----------l   REPEAT
l-8-8-5-5-5-l    16 Xs
l-8-8-5-5-5-l
l-6-6-2-2-2-l

God really hates up all,
burning in hell we fall,
dieing is what we want,
feeding for, of the haunt,
suicide, life in grave,
because of that, got a waive,
the British flags, burn n' rot,
for in hell they've been forgot,
guns n' knives have no fun,
whacked and whacked and whacked my son,
for we all hated him,
he gave me just one last prim,
so suicide life in grave,
killing the son, 
got me waive,
for the gods they they just had none!

MINI-SOLO:

l-0-9-5h7-3-4-6-5-4-3-4-3-4/125p^-l
l----------------------------------l
l----------------------------------l
l----------------------------------l
l----------------------------------l
l----------------------------------l

VERSE 4:

l-------------------------------l
l-------------------------------l
l-9-9-9-9-9-3-3-3-3-3-----------l
l-9-9-9-9-9-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-l
l-7-7-7-7-7-2-2-2-2-2-4-4-4-4-4-l
l-------------------------------l


VERSE 5:

l-----------------------------------------------------------l
l-----------------------------------------------------------l
l-----------------------------------------------------------l  REPEAT
l-----------------------------------------------------------l   13Xs
l-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-l
l-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-l

Forgetting tommorrow, thinking today, life as we speak,
is getting little harder, frustrated! when we think 
life is such a pain, garbage since god left me for blame,
suicide, pretending death is near,left alone, caught near the
death, government, presidents killing left and right,
murder, god will kill with us, massacre, cops killing the
blacks, whites, mexicans think they got it all, mexicans,
whites blown the ***ing neck, 

VERSE 6:
l------------l
l------------l
l------------l
l-----5w7w3w-l
l-2-2--------l
l------------l

COPS!
MURDER!
WHITES!
BLACK!
MASSACRE!
MEXICANS!
DEATH!
SILENT!
(palm mute, silence for like 5 sec. then go back starting at verse 4 repeat everthing. STOP RIGHT BEFORE VERSE 6!!!
                                                                                     A COMPLETE STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)