Tonalidad: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
Gm
Dialed
C#m
G#
up his homie Murs on the telephone
C#m
Gotta talk to somebody who can
G#
tell him what the hell is wrong
C#m
G#
Brain freezing up, he don't
know what to do
C#m
But the people that know him
Gm
know that it ain't nothing new
G#
C#m
Catch five rings,
G#
then an answering machine
C#m
Hang up on the beep,
G#
stare up towards the ceiling
C#m
Stood up to remember that
G#
he slept fully- dressed
C#m
So he grabbed his keys and put
Gm
a hat on his rat's nest
C#m
G#
Stepped up to that big outside
C#m
Somebody once said "Today's
G#
a good day to die."
C#m
But he never really was
G#
a big fan of their work
C#m
So he starts up the walk
Gm
by kicking sand in the dirt
C#m
A friend to the strangers,
G#
a stranger to friends
C#m
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigar
G#
ettes when you have a minute
C#m
G#
Handle it. Paid up. The change,
you can keep it
C#m
He's a sucker for the morning
G#
Gm
smile and summer cleavage
C#m
G#
If you knew him better he'd ask
for some time
C#m
'cause he's looking for a
G#
reservoire to empty his mind
C#m
And there's only so much
G#
he can put in a song
C#m
Gm
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what
C#m
G#
C#m
the hell is wrong
G#
Verse 2
C#m
(Hook 2X) And
G#
this house has gotta lotta walls
C#m
But only very few mean
G#
anything to you
C#m
G#
And this house has gotta lotta walls
C#m
Gm
G#
But only very few mean anything to you
Verse 3
C#m
G#
No shop value to titillate
C#m
G#
C#m
Far from shallow, so get it straight
G#
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the street
C#m
'cause life is priceless
Gm
and talk is cheap
C#m
And as he sits (as he sits) in
G#
his four- cornered room
C#m
G#
Following a tune, born to consume
C#m
Carefully learning and analyzing
G#
the lyrics you use
C#m
Finally realizing that humil
Gm
ity is a bruise
C#m
G#
Scared love don't make none
C#m
If these walls could speak,
G#
they would peep about the fake ones
C#m
Watching this man,
G#
C#m
falling off of his plan-
Gm
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
Underachievin' just so he can understand.
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
B#
Gm
(Crazy reverse speech.)
Verse 4
G#
(Hook) So, who did your tattoos?
That's nice
C#m
G#
And who built your tabboos?
That's life
C#m
If he had a glass pipe,
G#
C#m
he would smash it and use it to slash his wrists
Gm
But someone already beat him to it
C#m
He would fingerpaint you
G#
a picture with his blood
C#m
G#
A self- portrait, dramatic and morbid
C#m
But the odds of you finding any
G#
C#m
appreciation are too slim-
G#
Keeps his outlook grim
C#m
Tap his foot to the rhythm
G#
of ori ginal sin
C#m
Throw his balls to the wind trying
G#
to know down these pins
C#m
He'll keep swinging from
G#
the hair above his chin
C#m
Gm
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
C#m
G#
The price of the payphone escalates
C#m
Fake smile when he takes
G#
home one of his dates
C#m
He could write another hate-
G#
poem for you to break
C#m
Or maybe stay calm and wait
Gm
for that big earthquake
C#m
G#
Still surrounded by the fire and the water
C#m
Still trying to honor this
G#
empire's daughter
C#m
Still answering questions
G#
you're afraid to ask
C#m
G#
Gm
C#m
G#
Still be lieving that God's gonna save his ass
C#m
G#
Interlude 1
C#m
G#
C#m
Gm
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
Gm
G#
Verse 5
C#m
(Hook) If
you knew him better he'd
G#
ask for some time
C#m
'cause he's looking for a reser
G#
voire to empty his mind
C#m
And there's only so much
G#
he can put in a song
C#m
G#
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Outro 1
C#m
G#
C#m
Gm
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
Gm
G#
C#m
G#
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G#
C#m
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C#m
G#
C#m
G#
D#
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
C#m
C#m
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