Cifras para Violão Coming Down

Tom:  E

                                    
Eb
                                    
Bb
 
The chefs are in the alleyway throwing down
                                    
Eb
                    
Bb
 
They're high on PCP when I'm around
                                    
Gm
                                              
C
 
They don't recall a thing or their favourite meal
                      
Eb
                
Bb
 
'Til they are coming down
                                            
Eb
                              
Bb
 
They smack me in the eyes and take my sight
                                        
Eb
                                        
Bb
 
You cut my world in half, baby - you're my knight
                            
Gm
                                  
C
 
A bag o' lazy spine I can take my life
              
Eb
              
Bb
 
When I am coming down
              
Eb
              
Bb
 
When I am coming down
              
Gm
              
C
                
Eb
              
Bb
 
When I am coming down
                                
Eb
                                  
Bb
 
You amputate my hands and they grow back
                                
Eb
                                  
Bb
 
There's phantoms to replace the world I had
                                
Gm
                                
C
 
I'm too lazy to invent a brand new MID
              
Eb
              
Bb
 
When I am coming down
                              
Eb
                                            
Bb
 
The scenery of saints and stained-glass walls
                                    
Eb
                                
Bb
 
You get a little badge and you stand tall
                                        
Gm
                            
C
 
You needy been this shit of suburban sprawl
                  
Eb
                
Bb
 
When you are coming down
                  
Eb
                
Bb
 
Oh you are coming down
                
Gm
                  
C
              
Eb
            
Bb
 
Oh you are coming down
                                                  
Eb
                            
Bb
 
So suck the money-phonic noise and golden hits
                                              
Eb
                                            
Bb
 
They write them in two seconds, it's a piece of piss
                              
Gm
                              
C
 
I let a little love slip from my lips
              
Eb
              
Bb
 
When I am coming down
            
Eb
                
Bb
 
Yeah I am coming down
          
Gm
              
C
                  
Eb
            
Bb
 
Oh I am coming down
                          
Eb
                      
Bb
 
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
                          
Eb
                      
Bb
 
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
                          
Eb
                      
Bb
 
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
                          
Gm
                      
C
 
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
                
Eb
                
Bb
 
And you are coming down
                
Eb
                
Bb
 
Yeah you are coming down
                
Eb
                
Bb
 
Oh you are coming down