Bury Our Friends

Tabbed by: Cate
Tuning: standard
I'm pretty sure I combined guitars here
but I think it's mostly Carrie Brownstein's
part (I'm also assuming Corin still plays rhythm).
Let me know in the comments if you have
corrections/suggestions. :D
Intro:

*I'm not sure if these are played as part of a chord
or if it's both guitars but you could either play
both notes together or if not, the prominent note to
me is A9.
VERSE 1 (TUCKER):

  Today I am stitched up & sewn/
                         Patch me up I've got want in
                                            my bones

  Like some doll you thought you could throw away/
                         I found my legs
VERSE 2 (CARRIE):

  Ready to climb out from under concrete/
                         only I get to be sickened by me

  My body a smudge, I can't make out the details/
                         want to start over, and come into being
CHORUS (TUCKER/BROWNSTEIN):
[[These are probably not the exact chords
but they are pretty close -- if you do
know what they are, please let me know]]

  Exhume our idols,              bury our friends

  We're wild and weary    but we won't give in

  We're sick with worry           these nerveless days

  We live on dread       in our own gilded age

VERSE 3 (TUCKER):

  This dark world is precious to me/
                              My scars make me
                                  breathe in so deep

  My body has no need to sleep/This time around
VERSE 4 (BROWNSTEIN):

  Ready to find fragments of stillness/
                          Only I get to be punished by me

  Your voice is a crumb, it leads from the wildness/
                          Wanna start over, forget
                              everything
CHORUS (TUCKER/BROWNSTEIN):

  Exhume our idols,              bury our friends

  We're wild and weary    but we won't give in

  Were sick with worry           these nerveless days

  We live on dread       in our own gilded age
BRIDGE (BROWNSTEIN):

  Make me a headline, I wanna be that bold

  Make me a spotlight, so I can see the gold

  Make me a headline, I wanna feel that bold

  Make me a spotlight, so I can see the gold
CHORUS (TUCKER/BROWNSTEIN):

  Exhume our idols,               and bury our friends

  We're wild and weary    but we won't give in

  We're sick with worry           these nerveless days

  We live on dread       in our own gilded age

  We speak in circles, we dance in code/untame and
                           hungry on fire in the cold

  Exhume our idols, bury our friends/we're wild
                        and weary but we won't give in
Outro:

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| /   slide up
| \   slide down
| h   hammer-on
| p   pull-off
| ~   vibrato
| +   harmonic
| x   Mute note
| b   Bend
| pb  Pre-bend
| br  Bend release
| pbr Pre-bend release
| brb Bend release bend