Dead Dogs Two Chords by Clouddead
Tempo:
74.925 bpm
Chords used:
E
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
From the height of the highway on Rampy Saw
To dog, a dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum green seats, wasteland
Dogs, dogs, but we're dead
They rose up, rose up when whistled at
A ribcage inflating, like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog, a guard dog, but for what?
Against overzealous, any less athletic fanatics
Getting into games, through a hole in the fence
For the owner of the blue tarp tent
To the beach by a creek beneath the on-ramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, a devoid of meat
And us undersea, a book on your CV
Zipping on Betty O'Flair
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
We secretly long to be some part of a car car
Long to see your arm, restricted attendance
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Wiping the back of your hand
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
Long [N] to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky like nearly dry paint
Their soft science stare Nursing face
Anticipating the slides
Just pinched by a flinch of pain Everyone blank
In accident awe Crash glass
Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue
[E] It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
You have to snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be dead
Center of a curious crowd
Misery, I don't think I've ever seen a patient speech in pain
[C#m] [E] [C#m] [E]
From the height of the highway on Rampy Saw
To dog, a dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum green seats, wasteland
Dogs, dogs, but we're dead
They rose up, rose up when whistled at
A ribcage inflating, like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog, a guard dog, but for what?
Against overzealous, any less athletic fanatics
Getting into games, through a hole in the fence
For the owner of the blue tarp tent
To the beach by a creek beneath the on-ramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, a devoid of meat
And us undersea, a book on your CV
Zipping on Betty O'Flair
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
We secretly long to be some part of a car car
Long to see your arm, restricted attendance
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Wiping the back of your hand
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
Long [N] to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky like nearly dry paint
Their soft science stare Nursing face
Anticipating the slides
Just pinched by a flinch of pain Everyone blank
In accident awe Crash glass
Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue
[E] It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
You have to snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be dead
Center of a curious crowd
Misery, I don't think I've ever seen a patient speech in pain
[C#m] [E] [C#m] [E]
Key:
E
C#m
E
C#m
E
C#m
E
C#m
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ From the height of the highway on Rampy Saw
To dog, a dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum green seats, wasteland
Dogs, dogs, but we're dead
They rose up, rose up when whistled at
A ribcage inflating, like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog, a guard dog, but for what?
Against overzealous, any less athletic fanatics
Getting into games, through a hole in the fence
For the owner of the blue tarp tent
To the beach by a creek beneath the on-ramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, a devoid of meat
And us undersea, a book on your CV
Zipping on Betty O'Flair
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you _ _ _ _
_ _ We secretly long to be some part of a car car
Long to see your arm, restricted attendance
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Wiping the back of your hand
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
Long _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky like nearly dry paint
Their soft science stare Nursing face
Anticipating the slides
Just pinched by a flinch of pain Everyone blank
In accident awe Crash glass
Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue
[E] It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
You have to snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be dead
Center of a curious crowd
Misery, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I don't think I've ever seen a patient speech in pain
_ [C#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ From the height of the highway on Rampy Saw
To dog, a dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum green seats, wasteland
Dogs, dogs, but we're dead
They rose up, rose up when whistled at
A ribcage inflating, like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog, a guard dog, but for what?
Against overzealous, any less athletic fanatics
Getting into games, through a hole in the fence
For the owner of the blue tarp tent
To the beach by a creek beneath the on-ramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, a devoid of meat
And us undersea, a book on your CV
Zipping on Betty O'Flair
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you _ _ _ _
_ _ We secretly long to be some part of a car car
Long to see your arm, restricted attendance
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Wiping the back of your hand
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
Long _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky like nearly dry paint
Their soft science stare Nursing face
Anticipating the slides
Just pinched by a flinch of pain Everyone blank
In accident awe Crash glass
Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue
[E] It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
You have to snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you
It's hard to stand aside
Free dogs dead, nothing left
Sky, so blue
[C#m] You have to [E] snap the blood to your head
Look at the breath, it can't close up you _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be a red-tendon dog
To be dead
Center of a curious crowd
Misery, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I don't think I've ever seen a patient speech in pain
_ [C#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _