Cifras
Third Coast Temple

Tom: B

Introdução:  G#m   B   G#m   B   F#  

                                       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