Cifras
We Are The Dead

Tono: G

Introducción:  Gm   Bb   F   Gm   Bb   F  

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 Gm                               Bb             F 
Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and
 Dm                           D                         Eb   Bb 
Wondered if you saw things my way
 F                     D                   Gm 
People will hold us to blame
       Gm7           Eb           C               F 
It hit me today, it hit me today
             Gm               Bb                     F 
We're taking it hard all the time
                                           Dm             D                       Eb                             Bb 
Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind
             F                                 D                     Gm 
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
 Gm7             Eb       C                 F                 Eb   Dm   Bb 
Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now
       Ab                             Gb         F                                     C 
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
           Bb                           Ab                       Gb                               F 
They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far
                     C                             Bb               Ab                                     Gb 
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
                       F                                 C                     Bb                 Ab 
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
                               Gb                   F 
You're just an ally of the leecher
     C                         Bb                                 Ab                             Gb 
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps
                   F                                 C 
And your nimble dress that trails
         Bb                                 Ab                               Gb                             F 
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
                       C                         Bb                     Ab 
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
 Gb                 D   C   D   C 
We are the dead
 Gm                               Bb                     F 
One thing kind of touched me today
                                         Dm                         D                       Eb   Bb 
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
 F                       D                               Gm 
Pressing our love through the night
 Gm7                   Eb         C                       F 
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
 Gm                         Bb                       F 
Now I'm hoping some one will care
                             Dm                   D                   Eb       Bb 
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
 F                             D                     Gm 
Trusting on the sons of our love
           Gm7                   Eb       C                       F                 Eb   Dm   Bb 
That someone will care, someone will care, but now
                 Ab                           Gb                 F                                                     C 
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
 Bb                           Ab                   Gb                             F 
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
               C                               Bb                         Ab                             Gb 
It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
                 F                                     C 
And the streets are full of press men
                 Bb                             Ab 
Bent on getting hung and buried
                 Gb               F                       C                               Bb 
And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt
         Ab                                         Gb 
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
                   F                       C 
It's the theater of financiers
                         Bb                       Ab 
Count them, fifty round a table
 Gb                                     F 
White and dressed to kill
           C                                 Bb 
Oh caress yourself, my juicy
               Ab                                 Gb 
For my hands have all but withered
       F                                 C                                 Bb                             Ab 
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
                       Gb                       F 
Because of all we've seen
 C                   Bb 
Because of all we've said
 D                   C     D 
We are the dead
 C                   D     C   D 
We are the dead
 C                   D     C   D   C 
We are the dead