Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
B G♯ F♯ E F♯ G♯
VerseI look around and I see nothing but the dead. Thought they were angels but there's nothing above their heF♯ads. G G♯ The real world came crashing through the door, who'd knew we'd become the children of F♯war.
Pre-chorusThBrown intoEm a holding F♯cell a wBaiting roEmom for heF♯aven or hell. We tBried to mD♯ake mice out of mEen. We only sF♯trengthened the ones we sought to contend.
ChorusSBhip of fools, all aboard the sG♯hip of fools. We blF♯indly follow aEll the rules on the sBhip of fools. All aboard the shG♯ip of fools. If we're aF♯lways compassionEate, how are F♯we supposed to turn a profit? G♯
VersePoisoned words spew from poisoned tongues. We have the answer but have to convert the young. F♯ G G♯ Dying is the best way to make a living. Works for us don't think of it as giving iF♯n.
Pre-chorusWell reBady, set, heEmre's the fuF♯n. PuBnch the clockEm and grab yourseF♯lf a gun. This will Bbe our fiD♯nest hoEur as we stF♯umble around drunk with power.
ChorusSBhip of fools, all aboard the sG♯hip of fools. We bF♯lindly follow aEll the rules on the sBhip of fools. All aboard the sG♯hip of fools. In the deF♯pths of the deep blue sEea, you're going oF♯ver the side if I find you disagree.
C♯ E B F♯Repeat Chorus 2x End On B