{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":81850,"song":"Kill Your Sons","artist":"Lou Reed","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/81850-kill-your-sons-chords-by-lou-reed/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/81850?type=chord","rating":4.06481,"votes":6,"content":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\r\n#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #\r\n#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #\r\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#\r\n#\r\n\r\nDate: Tue, 11 Nov 1997 21:47:32 +0100\r\nFrom: Tom <gag@karatel.fr>\r\nSubject: Kill Your Sons by Lou Reed\r\n\r\nDate d'envoi:   dimanche 11 novembre 1997 21:40\r\nObjet:  Kill_your_sons by Lou Reed\r\n\r\n\r\n\" Kill Your Sons \" by Lou Reed\r\n\r\ngag@karatel.fr\r\n\r\nCouplet  <[ch]G/D[/ch]><[ch]F/C[/ch]><[ch]G/D[/ch]><[ch]F/C[/ch]>\r\n\r\nRefrain   <[ch]F[/ch]><[ch]C[/ch]><[ch]A#[/ch]><[ch]F[/ch]><[ch]C[/ch]><[ch]G[/ch]>\r\n\r\n          <[ch]D#[/ch].[ch]D[/ch].[ch]C[/ch].[ch]A#[/ch]><[ch]G#[/ch].[ch]G[/ch].[ch]F[/ch].[ch]D[/ch]>\r\n\r\n\r\nAll your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock\r\nThey say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad\r\nInstead of mental hospital\r\nBut everytime you tried to read a book\r\nYou couldn't get to page 17\r\n'Cause you forgot, where you were\r\nSo you couldn't even read\r\n\r\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill your sons\r\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\r\n\r\nThey're gonna kill, kill your sons\r\nUntil they run run run run run run run run away\r\nMom informed me on the phone\r\nShe didn't know what to do about dad\r\nTook an axe and broke the table\r\nAren't you glad you're married\r\nAnd sister, she got married on the island\r\nAnd her husband takes the train\r\nHe's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain\r\nThey're gonna kill your sons\r\n\r\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\r\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\r\n\r\nUntil they run away\r\nCreedmore treated me very good\r\nBut Paine Whitney was even better\r\nAnd when I flipped on PHC\r\nI was so sad I didn't even get a letter\r\nAll of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of fun\r\nBut when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke\r\nYou choke like a son of a gun\r\n\r\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill your sons\r\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\r\nThey're gonna kill, kill your sons\r\nUntil they run run run run run run run run away","plain_text":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\n#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #\n#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#\n#\n\nDate: Tue, 11 Nov 1997 21:47:32 +0100\nFrom: Tom \nSubject: Kill Your Sons by Lou Reed\n\nDate d'envoi:   dimanche 11 novembre 1997 21:40\nObjet:  Kill_your_sons by Lou Reed\n\n\n\" Kill Your Sons \" by Lou Reed\n\ngag@karatel.fr\n\nCouplet  \n\nRefrain   \n\n          \n\n\nAll your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock\nThey say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad\nInstead of mental hospital\nBut everytime you tried to read a book\nYou couldn't get to page 17\n'Cause you forgot, where you were\nSo you couldn't even read\n\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill your sons\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\n\nThey're gonna kill, kill your sons\nUntil they run run run run run run run run away\nMom informed me on the phone\nShe didn't know what to do about dad\nTook an axe and broke the table\nAren't you glad you're married\nAnd sister, she got married on the island\nAnd her husband takes the train\nHe's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain\nThey're gonna kill your sons\n\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\n\nUntil they run away\nCreedmore treated me very good\nBut Paine Whitney was even better\nAnd when I flipped on PHC\nI was so sad I didn't even get a letter\nAll of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of fun\nBut when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke\nYou choke like a son of a gun\n\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill your sons\nDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons\nThey're gonna kill, kill your sons\nUntil they run run run run run run run run away","chords":["G/D","F/C","F","C","A#","G","D#","D","G#"],"chord_diagrams":{"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}