Chords for Dog Fashion Disco — "Ad Nauseam" (OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO)

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[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[A] _ Your _ _ _ _ _ _ abasing [G] makes my [Dm] insides crawl [A] across the floor [G] in trails [Dm] and all [A] sliding through
_ [G] blood [F] and [A] bile, far and wide, _ [G] miles [Dm] and miles.
_ [A] _ [C] Your [A] resistance is an [Ab] epidemic,
[G] _ _
[D] [A] God's [C] your dysfunction,
[A] _ [Ab] [G] levitating in bed with the [A] devil.
At [C] Nauseam the conversations [E] are all black,
of all your [Em] pretty things you [D] get the fuck [A] out.
At [C] Nauseam you need the devil's [E] fighting,
but you're not pulling [Em] all the strings.
[D] I ran off [A] to you.
At [C] Nauseam the conversations [E] are all black,
of all your [G] pretty things you [D] get the fuck [A] out.
At [C] Nauseam you need the devil's [E] fighting,
but for not loving [G] nothing do I [D] run off [Am] to you.
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[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _
[Am] Your voice, _ [G] like a [F] dying animal,
[Am] sucks you in one last breath [G] before [F] it expires.
[Am] True Venus, [G] no one wants [F] you around.
[Am] The Lord of the Flies, [G] all buzzing [F] about.
[D] _ [Db] _ [C] John [A] Blake all [Ab] dressed in [G] white,
a pretty [D] head and a [A] [C] candlelight.
I'm a [A] holy [Ab] union,
[G] some may be an [A] exercise.
At [C] Nauseam the conversations [E] are all black,
of all your [Em] pretty things you [D] get the fuck [A] out.
At [C] Nauseam you need the [E] devil's fighting,
but for not loving [Em] nothing do I [Dm] run [A] off to you.
At [C] Nauseam the conversations [E] are all black,
of all your [Em] pretty things you [D] get the fuck [A] out.
At [C] Nauseam you need the [E] devil's fighting,
but for not loving [Em] nothing do I run [A] off to you. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Roman peace, I'll prepare for war.
I'll shine my armor.
Words like bullets leave a lovely [A] scar.
Tend to your [G] wounds.
[Am] Shell-shocked and grazed,
[G] love is a [Am] battlefield.
I'm lucky to be [Em] alive,
[B] because you're out of your mind.
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You're all out [Eb] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ of your mind. _ _
_ [Eb] Out of [B] your mind. _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ Faceless ramblings like we've been here.
Faking [B] homes and [G] _
[A] _ discord.
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[A] Our stomachs are keeping us spinning around.
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ I'm a holy union,
_ _ all of your pretty things you get the fuck out.
[D] _ [Db] _ [C] _ At Nauseam that's an [Ab] epic [G] epidemic. _
[D] _ [A] [C] Conscience is bullshit.
[A] [Ab] Let it [G] bleed and get wet with the [A] devil.
At [C] Nauseam the conversations [E] are all black,
of all your [G] pretty things you [D] get the [A] fuck out.
At [C] Nauseam you need the devil's [E] fighting,
but for not loving [G] nothing do I run [A] off to you.
At [C] Nauseam the conversations [E] are all black,
of all your [G] pretty things you [D] get the [A] fuck out.
At [C] Nauseam you need the devil's [E] fighting,
I'm not another [G] copycat
Why [D] don't we [A] go to hell?
I wanna put you out
I wanna put you [D] out
of your misery
_ misery _ _
[A] I wanna put you out
I wanna put you [D] out
of your misery _ misery
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