Third Coast Temple

Elway

Tom original: G#m Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 10

G#m

(início)

G#m - 466444
F# - 244322
E - 022100
C#m - x46654
G#5 - 466xxx
G5 - 355xxx
F#5 - 244xxx
F5 - 133xxx
E5 - 022xxx

Intro

G#m B G#m B F#

Verse 1

                   G#m
If I am mad, it is mercy
                  B
To be alive not staring blankly
     G#5                      G5
And stern as a soldier while, as you get older
      F#5                        F5                 E5
Your callousness drags you right up to your hideous end
F#5              G5           F#
All alone in the web you spin

Verse 2

                        G#m
If you’re alive, it’s a wonder
                        B
That the current hasn’t pulled you under
    G#5                   G5
And dragged you down 900 feet
                       F#5                       F5                         E5
From the air that you breathe just to exhale the bullshit that you seem to speak
F#5                     G5
And brag about all the pain you wreak

Chorus

   B                       C#m             G#m  F#  G#m
Invertebrate, too weak to crawl out of the mud
   B                      C#m               G#m  F#
So insolent, we fill our mouth with other’s blood

Verse

B                           C#m
Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast
     G#m                        F#                     E
And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man
                                B
The town’s reflection’s like a crumpled up pay stub
      F#5                         G5
He’s making little plans, little plans, little plans
B                           C#m
Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast
     G#m                        F#                     E
And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man
                                B
The town’s reflection’s like a crumpled up pay stub
      F#
He’s making little plans, little plans, little plans

Outro

B            F#             G#m                  B         F#           E
Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I’ve got enemies to make before I die
B            F#             G#m                  B         F#           E     G#m
Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I’ve got enemies to make before I die

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