Tonalidad: F major•
Intro 1
C
Gm
F
Gm
F
Verse 1
Gm
Something
F
kind of hit me today
Dm
I looked at you and wondered if you
D
Eb
Dm
saw things my way
F
F#dim
D
Gm
People will hold us to blame
F
Eb
C
F
It hit me today, it hit me today
Verse 2
Gm
F
We're taking it hard all the time
Bb
Why don't we pass it by?
D
Eb
Just reply, you've changed your mind
Dm
F
We're fighting with the
F#dim
D
Gm
eyes of the blind
F
Eb
C
Taking it hard, taking it hard
Verse 3
F
Eb
Yet now
Dm
Bb
Ab
F#
We feel that we are paper,
F
Gm
Cm
choking on you nightly
Bb
Ab
They tell me "Son, we want you,
F#
F
be elusive, but don't walk far"
Gm
C
Cm
Bb
For we're breaking in the new boys,
Ab
F#
deceive your next of kin
F
Gm
C
For you're dancing where the dogs decay,
Cm
Bb
Ab
de fecating ecstasy
F#
F
C
You're just an ally of the leecher
Bb
Locator for the virgin King,
Ab
Gb
but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
pumps
F
D
C
And your nimble dress that trails
Cm
Bb
Ab
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one,
Gb
F
for I hear them on the rails
C
Cm
Because of all we've seen,
Bb
Ab
Gb
because of all we've said
D
C
D
C
We are the dead
Verse 4
Gm
Bb
F
One thing kind of touched me today
Bb
Dm
I looked at you and counted all
D
Eb
Dm
the times we had laid
F
Gbdim
Pressing our love through
D
Gm
the night
Bb
Eb
C
F
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
Verse 5
Gm
F
Now I'm hoping some one will care
Dm
Living on the breath of a hope
D
Eb
Dm
to be shared
F
Gbdim
Gm
Trusting on the son s of our love
F
Eb
C
That someone will care, someone will care
Verse 6
F
Eb
Dm
Bb
But now
Ab
Gb
We're today's scrambled creatures,
Gm
C
locked in tomorrow's double feature
Cm
Bb
Ab
Heaven's on the pillow,
F#
F
its silence competes with hell
Gm
C
Cm
Bb
It's a twenty-four hour hour service,
Ab
F#
guaranteed to make you tell
F
Gm
C
And the streets are full of press men
Cm
Bb
Ab
Bent on getting hung and bur ied
F#
F
C
And the legendary curtains are drawn
Cm
Bb
'round Baby Bankrupt
Ab
Who sucks you while
F#
you're sleeping
F
C
It's the theater of financiers
Bb
Ab
Count them, fifty 'round a table
F#
F
White and dressed to kill
Verse 7
C
Bb
Oh caress yourself, my juicy
Ab
Gb
For my hands have all but withered
F
C
Oh dress yourself my urchin one,
Bb
Ab
for I hear them on the stairs
F#
Because of all we've seen,
F
C
Bb
Dm
because of all we've said
D
C
Em
D
C
We are the dead
D
C
Dm
D
We are the dead
C
We are the dead
Outro 1
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D
C
Gm
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Bb
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