Cifras para Guitarra King For A Day

Tono:  F
  
F
                                                                        
C
 
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
                                                                                        
G
 
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
                                                        
D
 
Keep it up keep it up lets take a look up in the sky
                    
F
 
and I see Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy,
C
                                                                                  
G
 
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide.
                        
D
 
Everything red.
  
Am
                                                              
F
 
Please, won't you push me for the last time,
                                                    
C
 
Lets scream until there's nothing left
                      
G
                                                          
Am
 
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
                                                                  
F
 
The thought of you is no fucking fun.
                                      
C
                                    
G
 
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough,
                  
Am
 
We're done.
Am
 
You told me, "think about it"
                  
F
                                                                
C
 
Well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
                                                                                      
Am
 
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
                                                                        
Am
 
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
Am
 
F
                                        
C
 
The thing I think I love
                                            
G
 
Will surely bring me pain
                                            
D
 
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
F
                                                    
C
 
Three cheers for throwing up
                                        
G
 
Pubescent drama queen
                                                      
D
                                            
Am
      
F
    
C
    
G
 
You make me sick I make it worse by drinking late.
  
Am
                                                              
F
 
Please, won't you push me for the last time,
                                                    
C
 
Lets scream until there's nothing left
                      
G
                                                  
Am
 
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
                                                                  
F
 
The thought of you is no fucking fun.
                                      
C
                                    
G
 
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough,
                  
Am
 
We're done.
Am
                                                                      
F
 
You told me, "think about it", well I did
                                                                    
G
 
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
                                                                                      
Am
 
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
                                                                        
Am
 
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
                                                              
C
 
Imagine living like a king someday.
                                                                            
G
 
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
                                                                              
Am
 
And if the bass shakes the earth underground.
                                                          
Am
 
We'll start a new revolution NOW
Am
                
F
 
Hail Mary, forgive me
C
                          
G
 
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Am
                
C
                      
G
 
Come at me, now this is war!
Am
                                                                      
F
 
You told me, "think about it", well I did
                                                                    
G
 
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
                                                                                      
Am
 
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
                                                                        
Am
 
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
                                                              
C
 
Imagine living like a king someday.
                                                                            
G
 
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
                                                          
Am
 
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Am
 
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground.