Chords
Third Coast Temple

Key: B

Introduction: G#m    B    G#m    B    F#    

difficulty
easy |||||
                                                  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
        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