Standard (EADGBE)
L K Y R U I S R
If you see me walkin' down the street, better get out my way.
I'm a real king-hitter, always have my say.
If you're lookin' for a heavy time, best you don't come around.
Or else you'll get your heavy six feet of solid ground.
I don't like touble but if troubles the name of your game.
You know where you can find me boy, everybody knows my name.
I'm the black eyed, the black eyed, the black eyed bruiser.
I used to be a peaceful man of flowers and love.
I believed in my soul and the good lord above.
But I was forced to change my tune, my candles and grace.
By the power of the dollar and the kicks in the face.
There ain't no peace in this world, that's a fact, take a good look around.
So I'm gonna stand here and fight, ain't nobody putting me down.
They call me the black eyed, the black eyed, black eyed bruiser.
All I want is a little bit of understanding.
I don't wanna be the man I am.
All I need is a little bit of lovin' care now.
Don't wanna be a hated man.
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be a black eyed bruiser.
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, a black eyed bruiser.
They call me a black eyed, black eyed, they call me the black eyed bruiser.
etc.
I have used barre chords for this basic rythym version of this classic
Oz Rock song. The Ab is quickly released and/or slid down to the F#
for the majority of the verses.