Intro:
Fingerpicking on D that continues through out verse 1.
D
Bring out your dead, kids. Bring out your dead.
Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared
G
because this virus is just like us and its flames
D
are fanned by clapping hands
D
so board up your windows, protect your homes
take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones
G
there's no protection from infection so your
D
plans won't be too hard to break
A G D
because in this life, you'll never be free
D (Distortion)
I:
D
I swear I'll never stray from God
no eclipse just harbored thoughts
A G
of escape, lord, of escape
D
but it was a lie
D
the surgeon said before he cut
G
with delicate assassins touch
D A#
do you believe in men?
A G D
because science and a steady hand are what you need now
II:
Bm D
i caved to his charm and he found a vein
Bm A G
now now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us
A G
it's not red or blue but it's filled with dust
I:
D
so set your sails and head due north
pall bearers wait on sandy shores
A G
fare thee well, friend, fare well
D
you're gonna be fine
D
i rested on a bed of doubt
G
the pillow soft, yet still devout
D A#
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
A G D
when these thoughts race round my head involuntary
II:
Bm D
the melody's sweet but it's so impure
Bm A
now now they fall from these trees so i did my part
G A G
and i took a bite, oh maybe i was just an easy mark
III:
Bm
oh, it's true
G D
it's how i fell in love
F#m Em
with things i couldn't see
D
and germs i couldn't treat
G D
i fell hard for disease
F#m Em
because it made me feel alive
D
it made me more alive
F#7 Bm
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
F#7
Ba ba ba
Instrumental/Ba's:
D G D
D G D
A G A
IV:
G
it's strange
A
so strange
D Bm
how they'll pick-pocket your grave
G
it's ok
F#m
it's ok
A
it's alright
G A D Bm
i know that they won't get their hands wrapped round my soul
G A D
its a paltry sum oh the combination's lost and it's all i have
III:
Bm
it's true
G D
how i fell in love
F#m Em
with things i couldn't see
D
and germs i couldn't treat
G D
i fell hard for disease
F#m Em
because it made me feel alive
D
it made me more alive
F#7 Bm
if god's always fair, why's his cupboard always bare?
F#7
ba ba ba
It may not be perfect, but if you notice problems, post them please. If you don't, then
good enough. Now, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ALBUM, MILES?!