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