Chords for And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead-Mark David Chapman
Tempo:
153 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Em
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[E]
[G]
[Dm] [G]
[E]
[G]
We are pissed inside of our eyes, [Em] don't wanna shop in that, cause an electric guitar.
[G]
Follow the water from the wound, holy relics, the essence of sound.
But what gives you care, it's just another plain [E] stare, through a world of lights, you are a [G] tear.
We're the hall [Dm] of the master [G]
widows, needing repair.
For there, takes me a day to quench, [E] this uncontrollable thirst.
[G]
I tie the [E] belt to my stride, [Em]
around aches, this heart sets a [G] burst.
When there's killing cages, [Em] but stripped bare of flesh, cold and [G]
numb.
Oh, what have you done, my dear child, gone?
[Em]
[C]
[G]
We're all the desperate hours, [Em] a quarter, leads you to some meaningless truth.
[G]
A bunch of bruises and a [B] push, for an exilious [G] look.
The emotion's a snake, where soul is found.
[Em] Truth is in the seams, on the vending machine.
[G]
All someone lost in the night, [Bm]
a silent line, a translated [G] dream.
Just a little revolution, though it's [Em] all inattentional, hearts of manufacturing.
[G]
If we're [D] without each [Bm] other, it's okay, just go buy another.
[G]
So let this be a day [Em] to come, to shake it as it's found.
[G]
Let this be released, [Bm]
forever [G] unwound.
[Em]
[C]
[Em]
[C]
[D]
[Bm]
[D]
[Bm]
[E]
[Bm]
[D] [Bm]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [A]
[C] [A]
[C] [G]
[C] [A]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[E]
[G]
[Dm] [G]
[E]
[G]
We are pissed inside of our eyes, [Em] don't wanna shop in that, cause an electric guitar.
[G]
Follow the water from the wound, holy relics, the essence of sound.
But what gives you care, it's just another plain [E] stare, through a world of lights, you are a [G] tear.
We're the hall [Dm] of the master [G]
widows, needing repair.
For there, takes me a day to quench, [E] this uncontrollable thirst.
[G]
I tie the [E] belt to my stride, [Em]
around aches, this heart sets a [G] burst.
When there's killing cages, [Em] but stripped bare of flesh, cold and [G]
numb.
Oh, what have you done, my dear child, gone?
[Em]
[C]
[G]
We're all the desperate hours, [Em] a quarter, leads you to some meaningless truth.
[G]
A bunch of bruises and a [B] push, for an exilious [G] look.
The emotion's a snake, where soul is found.
[Em] Truth is in the seams, on the vending machine.
[G]
All someone lost in the night, [Bm]
a silent line, a translated [G] dream.
Just a little revolution, though it's [Em] all inattentional, hearts of manufacturing.
[G]
If we're [D] without each [Bm] other, it's okay, just go buy another.
[G]
So let this be a day [Em] to come, to shake it as it's found.
[G]
Let this be released, [Bm]
forever [G] unwound.
[Em]
[C]
[Em]
[C]
[D]
[Bm]
[D]
[Bm]
[E]
[Bm]
[D] [Bm]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [A]
[C] [A]
[C] [G]
[C] [A]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
Key:
G
C
Em
Bm
E
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We are pissed inside of our eyes, [Em] don't wanna shop in that, cause an electric guitar.
[G] _
_ _ Follow the water from the wound, holy relics, the essence of sound.
But what gives you care, it's just another plain [E] stare, through a world of lights, you are a [G] tear.
_ _ We're the hall [Dm] of the master _ [G]
widows, _ _ needing _ repair.
For there, takes me a day to quench, [E] this _ uncontrollable thirst.
[G] _
_ _ I tie the [E] belt to my stride, [Em] _
around aches, this heart sets a [G] burst.
When there's killing cages, [Em] but stripped bare of flesh, cold and _ [G] _
numb.
Oh, what have you done, _ my dear _ child, gone? _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
We're all the desperate hours, [Em] a quarter, leads you to some meaningless truth.
[G] _
_ A bunch of bruises and a [B] push, _ for an exilious [G] look.
The emotion's a snake, where soul is found.
[Em] Truth is in the seams, on the vending machine.
_ [G] _
_ All someone lost in the night, [Bm]
a silent line, a translated [G] dream.
Just a little revolution, though it's [Em] all inattentional, hearts of manufacturing.
_ _ [G] _
_ If we're [D] without each [Bm] other, _ it's okay, just go buy another.
[G]
So let this be a day [Em] to come, to shake it as it's found.
[G] _
_ _ Let this be released, [Bm] _
_ _ forever _ _ [G] unwound.
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We are pissed inside of our eyes, [Em] don't wanna shop in that, cause an electric guitar.
[G] _
_ _ Follow the water from the wound, holy relics, the essence of sound.
But what gives you care, it's just another plain [E] stare, through a world of lights, you are a [G] tear.
_ _ We're the hall [Dm] of the master _ [G]
widows, _ _ needing _ repair.
For there, takes me a day to quench, [E] this _ uncontrollable thirst.
[G] _
_ _ I tie the [E] belt to my stride, [Em] _
around aches, this heart sets a [G] burst.
When there's killing cages, [Em] but stripped bare of flesh, cold and _ [G] _
numb.
Oh, what have you done, _ my dear _ child, gone? _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
We're all the desperate hours, [Em] a quarter, leads you to some meaningless truth.
[G] _
_ A bunch of bruises and a [B] push, _ for an exilious [G] look.
The emotion's a snake, where soul is found.
[Em] Truth is in the seams, on the vending machine.
_ [G] _
_ All someone lost in the night, [Bm]
a silent line, a translated [G] dream.
Just a little revolution, though it's [Em] all inattentional, hearts of manufacturing.
_ _ [G] _
_ If we're [D] without each [Bm] other, _ it's okay, just go buy another.
[G]
So let this be a day [Em] to come, to shake it as it's found.
[G] _
_ _ Let this be released, [Bm] _
_ _ forever _ _ [G] unwound.
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