Lyrics transcribed by:	Matt Pickering
Music transcribed by:	Scott Holcomb

Main Riff:
   A   G A  C   G A
   /   /    /     /
|------3--------3----|
|--2---3-2--1---3-2--|
|--2---0-2--0---0-2--|
|--2---0-2--2---0-2--|
|--0---2-0--3---2-0--|
|------3--------3----|

The rhythm can be a little tricky, but if you get it, it
sounds great.  The first G > A change needs to be done
pretty quickly.  The A is played on the first 8th note of
the beat.  To tell the truth, you only really need the A
chord and the root of the other chords as single notes to
get the groove, but I really think it sounds cool with the
whole chord, especially on acoustic.

The other part is played between verses and contains that
spooky sounding riff JB plays with a slide.  If you aren't
comfortable with a slide, you can fret it just as easily.
Sometimes JB doubles this on vocals.  The chords I have on
top can be formed by adding the root on the A string 2
frets down (i.e. 7th fret to form the E power chord).

   E              Eb             D              C  B A
   /  /    /  /   /  /   /  /    /  /   /  /    /  /   /  /
|--------------|--------------|--------------|-------------|
|--------------|--------------|--------------|-------2-----|
|--9----9------|--8----8------|--7----7------|--5--4-2-----|
|-----9--------|-----8--------|-----7--------|-------2-----|
|--------------|--------------|--------------|-------0-----|
|--------------|--------------|--------------|-------------|


Some people think they jive me,
But I know they must be crazy
Don't see their misfortune,
I guess they're just too lazy
Je suie le grand zombie
My yellow belt of choisen
Ain't afraid of no tomcat,
Fill my brains with poison
Walk through the fire,
Fly through the smoke
See my enemy,
At the end of their rope
Walk on pins and neeedles
See what they can do
Walk on guilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu

Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.

I roll out my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And you all feel my malice
Put gris-gris on your doorstep
And soon you be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter,
An-an-and I can make you stutter

Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters....

last updated:8/8/1998