Verse 1
She's [Bm]always asking why I like w[G]atching people die,
and wh[F#]y I get my kicks while [Bm]others scream and cry.
And my fr[Bm]iends think that I'm sick, or m[G]aybe uneducated.
And my f[F#]amily doesn't want to admit [Bm]that they are related.
Now m[Bm]onsters and madmen who r[G]ape and mutilate
are p[F#]erfect entertainment when I t[Bm]ake her on a date.
You can s[Bm]hove your sparkly vampires and f[G]amily comedies,
g[F#]ive me blood and beasts and boobs; them s[Bm]acred triple Bs.
Prechorus
Don't ask me wh[G]y,
cause I don't kn[Bm]ow.
Don't close your [F#]eyes;
enjoy the sh[Bm]ow.
Chorus
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound, h[F#]orror movie l[Bm]over.
I l[G]ike my voyeur[D]ism with a g[F#]lass of red rum.
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound ho[F#]rror movie lo[Bm]ver.
Go[G]od and evil are just co[D]lors on the sp[F#]ectrum.
[(Am)]One, two, three, four - n[G]ail her to the b[F#]edroom fl[Bm]oor.
[(Am)]Five, six, seven, eight -[G] rape and kill a[F#]nd mutila[Bm]te.
Verse 2
Now w[Bm]ho could kill a child? Who[G]ever slew Auntie Roo?
Someo[F#]ne's knocking at the door they're [Bm]here to visit you.
Now b[Bm]aby don't look now, but I'm [G]sure there's nothing out there,
but h[F#]orror rises from the tomb and t[Bm]raps you in your nightmare.
Now g[Bm]irlfriend come with me to a l[G]and of make believe.
Or [F#]is it based on facts? It turns me [Bm]on when I should grieve.
You s[Bm]ay my head is fked, with a d[G]ark and twisted heart.
Well I [F#]say that it's cathartic; just a[Bm]nother form of art.
Prechorus
Don't ask me wh[G]y,
cause I don't kn[Bm]ow.
Don't close your [F#]eyes;
enjoy the sh[Bm]ow.
Chorus
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound, h[F#]orror movie l[Bm]over.
I l[G]ike my voyeur[D]ism with a g[F#]lass of red rum.
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound ho[F#]rror movie lo[Bm]ver.
Go[G]od and evil are just co[D]lors on the sp[F#]ectrum.
She's [Bm]always asking why I like w[G]atching people die,
and wh[F#]y I get my kicks while [Bm]others scream and cry.
And my fr[Bm]iends think that I'm sick, or m[G]aybe uneducated.
And my f[F#]amily doesn't want to admit [Bm]that they are related.
Now m[Bm]onsters and madmen who r[G]ape and mutilate
are p[F#]erfect entertainment when I t[Bm]ake her on a date.
You can s[Bm]hove your sparkly vampires and f[G]amily comedies,
g[F#]ive me blood and beasts and boobs; them s[Bm]acred triple Bs.
Prechorus
Don't ask me wh[G]y,
cause I don't kn[Bm]ow.
Don't close your [F#]eyes;
enjoy the sh[Bm]ow.
Chorus
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound, h[F#]orror movie l[Bm]over.
I l[G]ike my voyeur[D]ism with a g[F#]lass of red rum.
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound ho[F#]rror movie lo[Bm]ver.
Go[G]od and evil are just co[D]lors on the sp[F#]ectrum.
[(Am)]One, two, three, four - n[G]ail her to the b[F#]edroom fl[Bm]oor.
[(Am)]Five, six, seven, eight -[G] rape and kill a[F#]nd mutila[Bm]te.
Verse 2
Now w[Bm]ho could kill a child? Who[G]ever slew Auntie Roo?
Someo[F#]ne's knocking at the door they're [Bm]here to visit you.
Now b[Bm]aby don't look now, but I'm [G]sure there's nothing out there,
but h[F#]orror rises from the tomb and t[Bm]raps you in your nightmare.
Now g[Bm]irlfriend come with me to a l[G]and of make believe.
Or [F#]is it based on facts? It turns me [Bm]on when I should grieve.
You s[Bm]ay my head is fked, with a d[G]ark and twisted heart.
Well I [F#]say that it's cathartic; just a[Bm]nother form of art.
Prechorus
Don't ask me wh[G]y,
cause I don't kn[Bm]ow.
Don't close your [F#]eyes;
enjoy the sh[Bm]ow.
Chorus
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound, h[F#]orror movie l[Bm]over.
I l[G]ike my voyeur[D]ism with a g[F#]lass of red rum.
Cause I'm a g[G]orehound, he[D]llbound ho[F#]rror movie lo[Bm]ver.
Go[G]od and evil are just co[D]lors on the sp[F#]ectrum.
