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