Chords for Bad Religion - Stranger than fiction
Tempo:
164.15 bpm
Chords used:
Gb
E
B
Ab
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab] [Gb]
[E] [Ab] [Gb]
[B] [Ab] [Gb]
[E] [B]
[E] I'm being shot, keep my [A] distance, and my [Abm] children are hoping for [Gb] a heart attack.
Tonight the [B] windows are watching, the [Eb] streets are on fire and the railroad [Gb] can't stop flying.
If I [B] can fly, I love [A] the world.
[Ab] What's too much living for us?
[Gb] Living on the street of liberty.
[B] Or would I still be having a heart attack on my [Eb] side?
Blame it on the [E] suicide, and all the other [Gb] activities that make us hide and hide.
[E] [Abm] The water's scratching [E] at my door.
[Abm] My body's been [E] cut to smithereens [Ebm] by human [Dbm] interest crimes.
[Db] And the [Gb] obituary, oh [B] yeah, cockroach [Ab] naps, rattling [Bm] traps.
How many devils [E] can you fit up on a match [B] and carry it out so that you [Ab] can forget all that crap?
[E]
Sometimes truth is safer than [B] fiction.
[Gb] [B] In my alley around the corner [A] there's a white old man with shoulders [Abm] and a spirit giving him a [Gb] crack.
He'll never want it back.
[B] There's a little kid and his family [Eb] eating nuggets like Thanksgiving [E] and a bag of wild chips for [Gb] us.
One for our [E] family.
[Gb] [Ab] The water's scratching at [E] my door.
[Abm] My money paper as a source [Ebm] by human [Dbm] interest stories.
[Gb] And the obituary, oh [B] yeah, get a [Ab] bobcat or a [Gb] brook's back.
How many angels [E] can you fit up on a match?
[B] I want to know [Ab] why Hemingway cracked.
[E] Sometimes truth is stranger [Gb] than fiction.
[B] [Gb]
[Ab] Life is [Gb] the crummiest book [E] I ever read.
[Eb] There isn't a hook, [Dbm] just a lot of cheap [B] shots.
Pictures to shot [E] and characters that I [Ab] let down will never be up.
[E]
[Ab]
[E] Sometimes truth is stranger than [Gb] fiction.
[Abm] [Db] [B]
[N]
[E] [Ab] [Gb]
[B] [Ab] [Gb]
[E] [B]
[E] I'm being shot, keep my [A] distance, and my [Abm] children are hoping for [Gb] a heart attack.
Tonight the [B] windows are watching, the [Eb] streets are on fire and the railroad [Gb] can't stop flying.
If I [B] can fly, I love [A] the world.
[Ab] What's too much living for us?
[Gb] Living on the street of liberty.
[B] Or would I still be having a heart attack on my [Eb] side?
Blame it on the [E] suicide, and all the other [Gb] activities that make us hide and hide.
[E] [Abm] The water's scratching [E] at my door.
[Abm] My body's been [E] cut to smithereens [Ebm] by human [Dbm] interest crimes.
[Db] And the [Gb] obituary, oh [B] yeah, cockroach [Ab] naps, rattling [Bm] traps.
How many devils [E] can you fit up on a match [B] and carry it out so that you [Ab] can forget all that crap?
[E]
Sometimes truth is safer than [B] fiction.
[Gb] [B] In my alley around the corner [A] there's a white old man with shoulders [Abm] and a spirit giving him a [Gb] crack.
He'll never want it back.
[B] There's a little kid and his family [Eb] eating nuggets like Thanksgiving [E] and a bag of wild chips for [Gb] us.
One for our [E] family.
[Gb] [Ab] The water's scratching at [E] my door.
[Abm] My money paper as a source [Ebm] by human [Dbm] interest stories.
[Gb] And the obituary, oh [B] yeah, get a [Ab] bobcat or a [Gb] brook's back.
How many angels [E] can you fit up on a match?
[B] I want to know [Ab] why Hemingway cracked.
[E] Sometimes truth is stranger [Gb] than fiction.
[B] [Gb]
[Ab] Life is [Gb] the crummiest book [E] I ever read.
[Eb] There isn't a hook, [Dbm] just a lot of cheap [B] shots.
Pictures to shot [E] and characters that I [Ab] let down will never be up.
[E]
[Ab]
[E] Sometimes truth is stranger than [Gb] fiction.
[Abm] [Db] [B]
[N]
Key:
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Abm
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[E] _ _ I'm being shot, keep my [A] distance, _ and my [Abm] children are hoping for [Gb] a heart attack.
Tonight the [B] windows are watching, the [Eb] streets are on fire and the railroad [Gb] can't stop flying.
If I [B] can fly, I love [A] the world.
[Ab] What's too much living for us?
[Gb] Living on the street of liberty.
[B] Or would I still be having a heart attack on my [Eb] side?
Blame it on the [E] suicide, and all the other [Gb] activities that make us hide and hide.
[E] _ _ _ _ [Abm] The water's scratching [E] at my door.
_ [Abm] My body's been [E] cut to smithereens [Ebm] by human [Dbm] interest _ crimes.
[Db] And the [Gb] obituary, _ oh [B] yeah, cockroach [Ab] naps, rattling [Bm] traps.
How many devils [E] can you fit up on a match [B] and carry it out so that you [Ab] can forget all that crap?
[E] _
Sometimes truth is safer than [B] fiction. _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [B] In my alley around the corner [A] there's a white old man with shoulders [Abm] and a spirit giving him a [Gb] crack.
He'll never want it back.
[B] There's a little kid and his family [Eb] eating nuggets like Thanksgiving [E] and a bag of wild chips for [Gb] us.
One for our [E] family. _ _
[Gb] _ _ [Ab] The water's scratching at [E] my door.
_ [Abm] My money paper as a source _ [Ebm] by human _ [Dbm] interest stories.
_ [Gb] And the obituary, _ oh [B] yeah, get a _ [Ab] bobcat or a [Gb] brook's back.
How many angels [E] can you fit up on a match?
[B] I want to know [Ab] why Hemingway cracked.
[E] _ Sometimes truth is stranger [Gb] than fiction.
[B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ [Ab] Life is [Gb] the crummiest book [E] I ever read.
[Eb] There isn't a hook, [Dbm] just a lot of cheap [B] shots.
Pictures to shot [E] and characters that I [Ab] let down will never be _ up. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [E] Sometimes truth is stranger than [Gb] fiction.
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Gb] _
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_ [E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ I'm being shot, keep my [A] distance, _ and my [Abm] children are hoping for [Gb] a heart attack.
Tonight the [B] windows are watching, the [Eb] streets are on fire and the railroad [Gb] can't stop flying.
If I [B] can fly, I love [A] the world.
[Ab] What's too much living for us?
[Gb] Living on the street of liberty.
[B] Or would I still be having a heart attack on my [Eb] side?
Blame it on the [E] suicide, and all the other [Gb] activities that make us hide and hide.
[E] _ _ _ _ [Abm] The water's scratching [E] at my door.
_ [Abm] My body's been [E] cut to smithereens [Ebm] by human [Dbm] interest _ crimes.
[Db] And the [Gb] obituary, _ oh [B] yeah, cockroach [Ab] naps, rattling [Bm] traps.
How many devils [E] can you fit up on a match [B] and carry it out so that you [Ab] can forget all that crap?
[E] _
Sometimes truth is safer than [B] fiction. _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [B] In my alley around the corner [A] there's a white old man with shoulders [Abm] and a spirit giving him a [Gb] crack.
He'll never want it back.
[B] There's a little kid and his family [Eb] eating nuggets like Thanksgiving [E] and a bag of wild chips for [Gb] us.
One for our [E] family. _ _
[Gb] _ _ [Ab] The water's scratching at [E] my door.
_ [Abm] My money paper as a source _ [Ebm] by human _ [Dbm] interest stories.
_ [Gb] And the obituary, _ oh [B] yeah, get a _ [Ab] bobcat or a [Gb] brook's back.
How many angels [E] can you fit up on a match?
[B] I want to know [Ab] why Hemingway cracked.
[E] _ Sometimes truth is stranger [Gb] than fiction.
[B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ [Ab] Life is [Gb] the crummiest book [E] I ever read.
[Eb] There isn't a hook, [Dbm] just a lot of cheap [B] shots.
Pictures to shot [E] and characters that I [Ab] let down will never be _ up. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [E] Sometimes truth is stranger than [Gb] fiction.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _