Chords for CLUTCH- Bottoms Up, Socrates
Tempo:
134.9 bpm
Chords used:
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D
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [A] [E]
[Em]
They came marching down the street in robes, in spirit of the Spanish [G] Inquisition.
Guitars and trombones, mechanical [E] monkeys make the [Em] musicians.
Machine guns, pistols, marbles and [E] gingos, dead languages and living man's [Em] lingos.
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box and march on around the clock.
Hangin' on the horns of a [D] madman.
[Em] [G] Guns in the [D] abyss, [Em] no use for the poet, while the hopeless seek no bliss.
Mason jars of petroleum, you know those kids [A] don't play.
[Em] And should you ever get a hold of them, I'll tell you exactly what they'll say.
[G] Said we told [E] you son about the [E] family curse.
And [Em] when they open up the diary to gain an explanation, they find only terminal [E] firsts.
Hangin' on the [G] horns of a madman.
[Em] Guns in [D] the abyss, [Em] no use for the [G] poet, while the hopeless seek no bliss.
[Em] [D]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] [E] [D] [G] Eye of the [Em] sky, and a [D] naked man, played [Em] by the blind.
Bottoms up [D] now, Socrates, [E] and [D] knock straight [G] out of God's own [A]
ear.
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Hangin' on the horns of a [E] madman.
[Em] Guns in the [D] abyss, [Em] no use for the [D] poet, [Em] while the hopeless seek no bliss.
X-ray visions, [G] eye of the sky, a [D] naked man led by the [E] blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G] Socrates, [Em] and [D] knock, taste like river [Em] wine.
X-ray [D] visions, [G] eye of the [Em] sky, [E] a naked [D] man led by the blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G]
[Em] Socrates, [D] and knock [B] straight out of [Em] God's own ear.
[A] [G] [E]
[Em]
They came marching down the street in robes, in spirit of the Spanish [G] Inquisition.
Guitars and trombones, mechanical [E] monkeys make the [Em] musicians.
Machine guns, pistols, marbles and [E] gingos, dead languages and living man's [Em] lingos.
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box and march on around the clock.
Hangin' on the horns of a [D] madman.
[Em] [G] Guns in the [D] abyss, [Em] no use for the poet, while the hopeless seek no bliss.
Mason jars of petroleum, you know those kids [A] don't play.
[Em] And should you ever get a hold of them, I'll tell you exactly what they'll say.
[G] Said we told [E] you son about the [E] family curse.
And [Em] when they open up the diary to gain an explanation, they find only terminal [E] firsts.
Hangin' on the [G] horns of a madman.
[Em] Guns in [D] the abyss, [Em] no use for the [G] poet, while the hopeless seek no bliss.
[Em] [D]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] [E] [D] [G] Eye of the [Em] sky, and a [D] naked man, played [Em] by the blind.
Bottoms up [D] now, Socrates, [E] and [D] knock straight [G] out of God's own [A]
ear.
[Gm]
[D]
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[Bb] [G] [A]
[G] [E]
Hangin' on the horns of a [E] madman.
[Em] Guns in the [D] abyss, [Em] no use for the [D] poet, [Em] while the hopeless seek no bliss.
X-ray visions, [G] eye of the sky, a [D] naked man led by the [E] blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G] Socrates, [Em] and [D] knock, taste like river [Em] wine.
X-ray [D] visions, [G] eye of the [Em] sky, [E] a naked [D] man led by the blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G]
[Em] Socrates, [D] and knock [B] straight out of [Em] God's own ear.
[A] [G] [E]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ They came marching down the street in _ robes, _ in spirit of the Spanish [G] Inquisition.
_ _ _ Guitars and trombones, _ mechanical [E] monkeys make the [Em] musicians.
_ Machine guns, pistols, marbles and [E] gingos, dead languages and living man's [Em] lingos.
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box and march on around the clock.
Hangin' on the horns of a [D] madman. _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] Guns in the [D] abyss, [Em] _ _ _ no use for the poet, _ while the hopeless seek no bliss.
_ _ _ Mason jars of petroleum, _ _ you know those kids [A] don't play.
[Em] _ _ And should you ever get a hold of them, I'll tell you exactly what they'll say.
_ _ [G] Said we told [E] you son about the [E] family curse.
And [Em] when they open up the diary to gain an explanation, they find only terminal [E] firsts.
Hangin' on the [G] horns of a madman. _
[Em] Guns _ _ in [D] the abyss, [Em] _ _ _ no use for the [G] poet, while the hopeless seek no bliss.
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[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ [G] Eye of the [Em] sky, and a [D] naked man, played [Em] by the blind.
_ Bottoms up [D] now, Socrates, [E] _ _ and [D] knock straight [G] out of God's own _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ ear.
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_ Hangin' on _ the horns of a [E] madman.
[Em] Guns _ _ _ in the [D] abyss, _ [Em] _ _ no use for the [D] poet, _ [Em] while the hopeless seek no bliss.
X-ray visions, [G] eye of the sky, _ a [D] naked man led by the [E] blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G] Socrates, [Em] _ _ and [D] knock, taste like river [Em] wine.
_ X-ray [D] visions, [G] eye of the [Em] sky, _ [E] a naked [D] man led by the blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G] _
[Em] Socrates, _ _ [D] and knock [B] straight out of [Em] God's own ear.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ They came marching down the street in _ robes, _ in spirit of the Spanish [G] Inquisition.
_ _ _ Guitars and trombones, _ mechanical [E] monkeys make the [Em] musicians.
_ Machine guns, pistols, marbles and [E] gingos, dead languages and living man's [Em] lingos.
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box and march on around the clock.
Hangin' on the horns of a [D] madman. _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] Guns in the [D] abyss, [Em] _ _ _ no use for the poet, _ while the hopeless seek no bliss.
_ _ _ Mason jars of petroleum, _ _ you know those kids [A] don't play.
[Em] _ _ And should you ever get a hold of them, I'll tell you exactly what they'll say.
_ _ [G] Said we told [E] you son about the [E] family curse.
And [Em] when they open up the diary to gain an explanation, they find only terminal [E] firsts.
Hangin' on the [G] horns of a madman. _
[Em] Guns _ _ in [D] the abyss, [Em] _ _ _ no use for the [G] poet, while the hopeless seek no bliss.
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[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ [G] Eye of the [Em] sky, and a [D] naked man, played [Em] by the blind.
_ Bottoms up [D] now, Socrates, [E] _ _ and [D] knock straight [G] out of God's own _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ ear.
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_ Hangin' on _ the horns of a [E] madman.
[Em] Guns _ _ _ in the [D] abyss, _ [Em] _ _ no use for the [D] poet, _ [Em] while the hopeless seek no bliss.
X-ray visions, [G] eye of the sky, _ a [D] naked man led by the [E] blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G] Socrates, [Em] _ _ and [D] knock, taste like river [Em] wine.
_ X-ray [D] visions, [G] eye of the [Em] sky, _ [E] a naked [D] man led by the blind.
So bottoms [D] up now, [G] _
[Em] Socrates, _ _ [D] and knock [B] straight out of [Em] God's own ear.
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