He used to (Bb)call me “D.

N.”

That stood for “Dead ly Night shade.”

’Cause I was (Bb)filled with poi son

but blessed with beau ty and rage.

Jim (Dm)told me that.

He (G)hit me, and it felt like a kiss.

Jim (Dm)brought me back,

re (G)mind ed me of when we were kids.

With his ul tra vio lence,

ul tra vio lence.

Ul tra vio lence,

ul tra vio lence.

I can hear (F)si rens, si rens.

He (G)hit me and it felt like a kiss.

I can hear (F)vi o lins, vi o lins.

Give me all of (G)that ul tra vio lence.

He used to (Bb)call me poi son,

like I was poi son i vy.

I could have (Bb)died right there,

’cause he was right be side me.

We could go (Dm)back to New York.

(G)Lov ing you was real ly hard.

We could go (Dm)back to Wood stock,

(G)where they don’t know who we are.

Heav en is on earth.

I would do (Em)an y thing for you, babe.

Bless ed is this un ion.

Cry ing tears of gold, like lem on ade.

I love you the first time, I love you the last time.

Yo soy la prin ce sa, com pren de mis white lines.

’Cause I’m your jazz (F)sing er, and you’re my cult (C)lead er.

I love you for ev (G)er, I love you for ev (Dm)er.

With his ul tra vio lence,

ul tra vio lence.

Ul tra vio lence,

ul tra vio lence.

I can hear (F)si rens, si rens.

He (G)hit me and it felt like a kiss.

I can hear (F)vi o lins, vi o lins.

Give me all of (G)that ul tra vio lence.