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Am                           G            Cmaj7    E In the kingdom of Fenrey, a tale is told Am                    G                  Cm7                        E of tyrannical king, who ruled the kingdom of old Am                     G                 Cm7                    E Nard was his name, and warfare was his game Am                              G                         Cm7                 E sent so many of his people to death, its such a shame E                     G               E             Am But, Nard is dead, his people rejoice E                      G                   E he lost his head, he didn't have any choice Am                         G                   Cm7             E Late one winter night, in the palace of the king Am                           G                        Cm7                     E Nard's son Prince Zard, slipped into his room and beheaded him Am                           G                       Cm7                     E Oh look there goes Nard's head, rolling down the stairs Am                         G                  Cm7               E and It comes as no surprise, that no one cares. E                     G               E             Am That Nard is dead, his people rejoice E                      G                   E he lost his head, he didn't have any choice Vocal solo, with Verse chords, for eight measures, (one verse length) E                     G               E             Am But, Nard is dead, his people rejoice E                      G                   E he lost his head, he didn't have any choice
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
Nard Is Dead
Am                           G            Cmaj7    E In the kingdom of Fenrey, a tale is told Am                    G                  Cm7                        E of tyrannical king, who ruled the kingdom of old Am                     G                 Cm7                    E Nard was his name, and warfare was his game Am                              G                         Cm7                 E sent so many of his people to death, its such a shame E                     G               E             Am But, Nard is dead, his people rejoice E                      G                   E he lost his head, he didn't have any choice Am                         G                   Cm7             E Late one winter night, in the palace of the king Am                           G                        Cm7                     E Nard's son Prince Zard, slipped into his room and beheaded him Am                           G                       Cm7                     E Oh look there goes Nard's head, rolling down the stairs Am                         G                  Cm7               E and It comes as no surprise, that no one cares. E                     G               E             Am That Nard is dead, his people rejoice E                      G                   E he lost his head, he didn't have any choice Vocal solo, with Verse chords, for eight measures, (one verse length) E                     G               E             Am But, Nard is dead, his people rejoice E                      G                   E he lost his head, he didn't have any choice
I'm not going to say that this was inspired by ex-president Bush, but... ;) Peace and Love, Will
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
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