Chords for Dead Cell Papa Roach w/ Lyrics
Tempo:
153.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#
G
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[E] [D]
[E]
[F#]
[G]
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[F#] [G]
[E] What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad [B] animal, he gonna [E] step the bar.
[E]
[F#]
[G]
[E]
[F#] [G]
[E] What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad [B] animal, he gonna [E] step the bar.
100% ➙ 154BPM
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Em
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[E] What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad [B] animal, he gonna [E] step the bar.
What he so drunken, what he so reason, [F#] who you have a long shot, he's gone heart [E] freezing.
Speaking, this opportunity to speak, you didn't say nothing but you're young [G] funny [E] cheese.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _
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That's so, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that's so.
I'm sticking the head, keep it my game, hit what I said, learn a lesson from the old Nazi trend.
Job, Nazi warrior, love the scarier, people getting sick like malaria, the corruption gets heavier. _
I'm throwing up, oh, got some barriers, I'm telling ya, because it's getting single count. _
Let me hear the [B] dead soul shout.
[Em] _
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_ _ _ _ [D] That's [E] so, _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] that's so.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad animal, he gonna [G] step [E] the bar.
That's so, that's so.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're [F#] the anti-social.
[E] _ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, [F#] watch that sad animal, he gonna step the bar. _ _ _ _ _
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Stop pointing fingers, cause we all look guilty.
A fruit cut loud, attitude that's filthy.
Believe what is the root of the word.
[Bm] Out comes loud when it's cut [G] in a [E] letter.
I don't believe what my eyes behold.
No, I don't believe what my ears have told.
No, speaking, this opportunity to speak.
[B] I'll say it's up, don't cool your [Em] shirt_
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_ _ _ _ Dead soul, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ dead [E] soul.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad [B] animal, he gonna [G] step the [F#] bar.
That's so, that's so.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad animal, he gonna [Em] step the bar. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Shit. _ _
Fuck! _ _ _ _
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That's _ so_ _
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[Em] That's so_ _ _ _
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[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
[E] What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad [B] animal, he gonna [E] step the bar.
What he so drunken, what he so reason, [F#] who you have a long shot, he's gone heart [E] freezing.
Speaking, this opportunity to speak, you didn't say nothing but you're young [G] funny [E] cheese.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
That's so, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that's so.
I'm sticking the head, keep it my game, hit what I said, learn a lesson from the old Nazi trend.
Job, Nazi warrior, love the scarier, people getting sick like malaria, the corruption gets heavier. _
I'm throwing up, oh, got some barriers, I'm telling ya, because it's getting single count. _
Let me hear the [B] dead soul shout.
[Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] That's [E] so, _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] that's so.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad animal, he gonna [G] step [E] the bar.
That's so, that's so.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're [F#] the anti-social.
[E] _ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, [F#] watch that sad animal, he gonna step the bar. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
Stop pointing fingers, cause we all look guilty.
A fruit cut loud, attitude that's filthy.
Believe what is the root of the word.
[Bm] Out comes loud when it's cut [G] in a [E] letter.
I don't believe what my eyes behold.
No, I don't believe what my ears have told.
No, speaking, this opportunity to speak.
[B] I'll say it's up, don't cool your [Em] shirt_
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_ _ _ _ Dead soul, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ dead [E] soul.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad [B] animal, he gonna [G] step the [F#] bar.
That's so, that's so.
What with no soul, lack of control, not for the low, you're the anti-social.
_ Look him in the neck, throw that arm, watch that sad animal, he gonna [Em] step the bar. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
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_ _ Shit. _ _
Fuck! _ _ _ _
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That's _ so_ _
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[Em] That's so_ _ _ _
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