Lirik dan Chord Lagu Meth Head - Ian Noe

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Meth Head" adalah lagu bergenre folk dari musisi Ian Noe.

Ia merilis lagu ini pada 2017 lalu sebagai singel, namun lagu tersebut baru masuk album keluaran 2019 berjudul Between the Country.

Ian Noe adalah seorang penyanyi dan penulis lagu asal Kentucky, Amerika Serikat.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Irene (Ravin’ Bomb) - Ian Noe

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Meth Head" oleh Ian Noe.

Dm                                       F
I saw him down in a dump, hurling armloads of junk
Am                                               G F
into a pickup, bound for the yard
Dm                                                  F
He was skiddish and strange, like a wild dog with mange
                        G                        F             Dm
and there was blood, where his veins ran hard
Dm                                                         F
Wadin' deep through the grime, he found a long copper line
Am                                                           G F
then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground
Dm                                                                        
You'd have thought he'd struck gold,
                   F
the way he kicked and he rolled
                  G              F             Dm
and like a bandit, he tore out of town

[Chorus]
Dm                               F
Oh now, he's out on the prowl
Am                                          G    F
you better get up, and go back inside
                    Dm                               F
Because he's loose on the land, getting all that he can
G                           F               Dm
and there won't be, nowhere to hide
Dm                                         F
Yea he's crawling his way, to his fix for the day
Am                                                 G    F
you won't stop him, he's bent to be fed
Dm                                              F
He's the low heathen kind, with a shit mangled mind
G                  F                     Dm    F Am G
the desperate, fucking methhead

[Verse 2]
                   Dm                                         F
There was a girl tall and thin, with scabbed yellow skin
Am                                                G F
inside a rest stop, I won't soon forget
Dm                                                         F
She was digging at a rash, trying to deal up some cash
G                      F                 Dm
saying baby, I'm clean and I'm wet
Dm                                 F
I just kept pacing by, swatting through the flies
Am                              G     F
her stench, rancid and stout
Dm 
While she stood there crying please,
                  F
with her fists between her knees
G                    F                          Dm
and the sores, draining arond her mouth

[Chorus]
Dm                     F
Oh now, she's out on the prowl
Am                                           G      F
you better get up, and go back inside
Dm                                                     F
Because she's loose on the land, getting all that she can
G                           F            Dm
and there won't be, nowhere to hide
                   Dm                       F
Yea she'll bum and she'll beg, she'll knaw at your leg
Am                                          G     F
you can't kill her, she's already dead
Dm                                      F
She's the empty eyed soul, the zombie like foal
G                  F                   Dm     F Am G
the feanding, fucking methhead 

[Verse 3]
Dm 
It's getting dark pretty soon,
               F
they love to lurk by the moon
Am                                         G    F
so I'm out back, shoveling the dirt
Dm                         F
I'm gonna dig me a whole, as far as I can go
                       G                  Dm
and when they fall, I'll cover them up

[Chorus]
Dm                         F
Oh now, they're out on the prowl
Am                                          G      F 
you better get up, and go back inside
                            Dm                       F
Because they're sweeping the land, getting all that they can
                   G               F      Dm
and there won't be, nowhere to hide
Dm 
They've got the taste on their tounge,
           F
their fates have been hung
Am                                   G     F
it's a fever, that's already spread
Dm                                          Fm
From out far and wide, they're the fit to be tied
G                     F               Dm
the worthless, fucking methhead