Resurrection Chords by Bones
Tempo:
84.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
Gm
Cm
G
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[C] [F#] [E]
[C#]
[C] [F#]
[N]
[Cm] Oh man, [G] here we go again.
[Cm] You been waiting huh?
[Gm] It's the dead boy, back in the grave.
[C] [G] Oh yeah.
It's the dead [Gm] boy.
[C] Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold.
[C] Oh yeah.
It's [G] the dead boy.
That's cold.
[C] Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
[Gm] Lamar, just waken up.
[Cm] Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold.
Oh, you know it is.
[Cm] Oh yeah.
[A#] That's getting late.
[Cm] Where's the truth?
Say it in the booth.
[Gm] Drop bombs on black emcees
The acting new, [Cm] it's 1992
Here we come, kick your nose [Gm] down
Sash compound, bust lip up
Emote [C] sound, hit em with the full sound
Then I go ghost, [Gm] forever in the attic
Hitting all the wrong notes
[C] I'm the eye floating in the dark
Just to tell you I'm hurt, [Gm] you know who it is
I don't gotta [C] say a word Oh yeah
This is [Gm] a death threat
This is the motherfucking dead [C] boy Oh yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [F] rough
Pull a rock [C] Oh yeah
This [G] is a death threat
This is a dead boy
[C] Oh yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [D#] rough
Pull a rock
[C] Yeah they know who it is, this and that, that and this
[Gm] Four thirds right behind me, you already know the biscuits [C] Yeah
Look who just stepped in
[G] That's getting fucking rough
Where do I begin?
[C] I began in the land [Cm] that was frozen
Spent my [Gm] time put around the bar, just toping
Till I [C] turned fourteen, guard [Cm] out and noticed
That they don't [Gm] lock the doors on the cars round the corner
If you [C] wanted to check me, [Cm] need sophisticated sonar
Ass [Gm] drop slow, but the snowfall slower
[G] Never had the fuzz till I struck with the scrap
Bar full of metal, crowbar in my bag
[C]
[G] Sash
Will not run
[C]
[D#m]
[D#]
[C] [F#] [E]
[C#]
[C] [F#]
[N]
[Cm] Oh man, [G] here we go again.
[Cm] You been waiting huh?
[Gm] It's the dead boy, back in the grave.
[C] [G] Oh yeah.
It's the dead [Gm] boy.
[C] Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold.
[C] Oh yeah.
It's [G] the dead boy.
That's cold.
[C] Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
[Gm] Lamar, just waken up.
[Cm] Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold.
Oh, you know it is.
[Cm] Oh yeah.
[A#] That's getting late.
[Cm] Where's the truth?
Say it in the booth.
[Gm] Drop bombs on black emcees
The acting new, [Cm] it's 1992
Here we come, kick your nose [Gm] down
Sash compound, bust lip up
Emote [C] sound, hit em with the full sound
Then I go ghost, [Gm] forever in the attic
Hitting all the wrong notes
[C] I'm the eye floating in the dark
Just to tell you I'm hurt, [Gm] you know who it is
I don't gotta [C] say a word Oh yeah
This is [Gm] a death threat
This is the motherfucking dead [C] boy Oh yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [F] rough
Pull a rock [C] Oh yeah
This [G] is a death threat
This is a dead boy
[C] Oh yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [D#] rough
Pull a rock
[C] Yeah they know who it is, this and that, that and this
[Gm] Four thirds right behind me, you already know the biscuits [C] Yeah
Look who just stepped in
[G] That's getting fucking rough
Where do I begin?
[C] I began in the land [Cm] that was frozen
Spent my [Gm] time put around the bar, just toping
Till I [C] turned fourteen, guard [Cm] out and noticed
That they don't [Gm] lock the doors on the cars round the corner
If you [C] wanted to check me, [Cm] need sophisticated sonar
Ass [Gm] drop slow, but the snowfall slower
[G] Never had the fuzz till I struck with the scrap
Bar full of metal, crowbar in my bag
[C]
[G] Sash
Will not run
[C]
[D#m]
[D#]
Key:
C
Gm
Cm
G
F#
C
Gm
Cm
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[C] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] Oh man, _ [G] here we go again. _
[Cm] You been waiting huh?
[Gm] It's the dead boy, back in the grave.
[C] _ [G] Oh yeah.
It's the dead [Gm] boy. _ _
[C] Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold. _ _
[C] _ Oh yeah.
It's [G] the dead boy.
That's cold. _
[C] Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
[Gm] Lamar, just waken up. _ _
[Cm] _ Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold.
Oh, you know it is. _
[Cm] Oh yeah.
[A#] That's getting late. _ _
[Cm] Where's the truth?
Say it in the booth.
[Gm] Drop bombs on black emcees
The acting new, [Cm] it's 1992
Here we come, kick your nose [Gm] down
Sash compound, bust lip up
Emote [C] sound, hit em with the full sound
Then I go ghost, [Gm] forever in the attic
Hitting all the wrong notes
[C] I'm the eye floating in the dark
Just to tell you I'm hurt, [Gm] you know who it is
I don't gotta [C] say a word Oh yeah
This is [Gm] a death threat
This is the motherfucking dead [C] boy Oh yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [F] rough
Pull a rock [C] Oh _ yeah
This [G] is a death threat
This is a dead boy
[C] Oh _ yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [D#] rough
Pull a rock
[C] Yeah they know who it is, this and that, that and this
[Gm] Four thirds right behind me, you already know the biscuits [C] Yeah
Look who just stepped in
[G] That's getting fucking rough
Where do I begin?
[C] I began in the land [Cm] that was frozen
Spent my [Gm] time put around the bar, just toping
Till I [C] turned fourteen, guard [Cm] out and noticed
That they don't [Gm] lock the doors on the cars round the corner
If you [C] wanted to check me, [Cm] need sophisticated sonar
Ass [Gm] drop slow, but the snowfall slower
[G] Never had the fuzz till I struck with the scrap
Bar full of metal, crowbar in my bag
[C] _
[G] Sash
Will not run _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] Oh man, _ [G] here we go again. _
[Cm] You been waiting huh?
[Gm] It's the dead boy, back in the grave.
[C] _ [G] Oh yeah.
It's the dead [Gm] boy. _ _
[C] Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold. _ _
[C] _ Oh yeah.
It's [G] the dead boy.
That's cold. _
[C] Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
[Gm] Lamar, just waken up. _ _
[Cm] _ Oh yeah.
[Gm] That's cold.
Oh, you know it is. _
[Cm] Oh yeah.
[A#] That's getting late. _ _
[Cm] Where's the truth?
Say it in the booth.
[Gm] Drop bombs on black emcees
The acting new, [Cm] it's 1992
Here we come, kick your nose [Gm] down
Sash compound, bust lip up
Emote [C] sound, hit em with the full sound
Then I go ghost, [Gm] forever in the attic
Hitting all the wrong notes
[C] I'm the eye floating in the dark
Just to tell you I'm hurt, [Gm] you know who it is
I don't gotta [C] say a word Oh yeah
This is [Gm] a death threat
This is the motherfucking dead [C] boy Oh yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [F] rough
Pull a rock [C] Oh _ yeah
This [G] is a death threat
This is a dead boy
[C] Oh _ yeah
[Gm] That's getting fucking [D#] rough
Pull a rock
[C] Yeah they know who it is, this and that, that and this
[Gm] Four thirds right behind me, you already know the biscuits [C] Yeah
Look who just stepped in
[G] That's getting fucking rough
Where do I begin?
[C] I began in the land [Cm] that was frozen
Spent my [Gm] time put around the bar, just toping
Till I [C] turned fourteen, guard [Cm] out and noticed
That they don't [Gm] lock the doors on the cars round the corner
If you [C] wanted to check me, [Cm] need sophisticated sonar
Ass [Gm] drop slow, but the snowfall slower
[G] Never had the fuzz till I struck with the scrap
Bar full of metal, crowbar in my bag
[C] _
[G] Sash
Will not run _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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