Cemeterysexxx Chords by Doyle
Tempo:
75.55 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
G#
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [N] [C#] [F#]
[C#] Our night has come, the shadows have grown, the scale, the walls of the funeral home.
In the dark of night with no warning signs, [E] a piece of doubt will [E] open the light.
Get [C#] ready for a night in heaven, through the gates of hell.
I'll sink your pride in the blood of a fallen [G#m] angel.
[C#] Sex is a similarity, oh.
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making love again is the only [G#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#] In the cold of night, when my temperature rises, I can feel my soul start sweating.
There's a taste in the air, supernatural glam, from the [G#] door this [C#] ritual's opening.
I am the son of endless night, I am the father of passion.
When you feel the rush, look deep inside and [G#] don't be caught in [C#] contraction.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making love again is the only [D#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#] [G]
[C#]
[G#]
[C#] Sex is a similarity, oh.
Making love again [G#] is the only time that I feel [C#] alive.
In the cemetery, making love again is [G#] the [C#] only time that I feel alive.
Sex, all the graves that's in the air,
cemetery love affair is sex,
cemetery sex.
This is the only way I know how to die,
among the [G#] graves that we love by [C#] our back.
[F#] [C#] [G]
[C#] [F#] [C#] Cemetery [F#]
[E] [C#] sex.
[C#m]
[C#] [F#] [C#]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [N] [C#] [F#]
[C#] Our night has come, the shadows have grown, the scale, the walls of the funeral home.
In the dark of night with no warning signs, [E] a piece of doubt will [E] open the light.
Get [C#] ready for a night in heaven, through the gates of hell.
I'll sink your pride in the blood of a fallen [G#m] angel.
[C#] Sex is a similarity, oh.
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making love again is the only [G#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#] In the cold of night, when my temperature rises, I can feel my soul start sweating.
There's a taste in the air, supernatural glam, from the [G#] door this [C#] ritual's opening.
I am the son of endless night, I am the father of passion.
When you feel the rush, look deep inside and [G#] don't be caught in [C#] contraction.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making love again is the only [D#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [C#] [G]
[C#]
[G#]
[C#] Sex is a similarity, oh.
Making love again [G#] is the only time that I feel [C#] alive.
In the cemetery, making love again is [G#] the [C#] only time that I feel alive.
Sex, all the graves that's in the air,
cemetery love affair is sex,
cemetery sex.
This is the only way I know how to die,
among the [G#] graves that we love by [C#] our back.
[F#] [C#] [G]
[C#] [F#] [C#] Cemetery [F#]
[E] [C#] sex.
[C#m]
Key:
C#
F#
G#
E
G
C#
F#
G#
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [N] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] Our night has come, the shadows have grown, the scale, the walls of the funeral home.
In the dark of night with no warning signs, [E] a piece of doubt will [E] open the light.
Get [C#] ready for a night in heaven, through the gates of hell.
I'll sink your pride in the blood of a fallen [G#m] angel. _
[C#] Sex is a similarity, oh. _ _
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making love again is the only [G#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] In the cold of night, when my temperature rises, I can feel my soul start sweating.
There's a taste in the air, supernatural glam, from the [G#] door this [C#] ritual's opening.
I am the son of endless night, I am the father of passion.
When you feel the rush, look deep inside and [G#] don't be caught in [C#] contraction.
Sex is a similarity, _ _ _ _ oh.
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making _ love again is the only [D#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ Sex is a similarity, oh. _ _
Making love again _ _ [G#] is the only time that I feel [C#] alive.
In the cemetery, _ _ _ _ making love again is [G#] the [C#] only time that I feel alive.
_ _ Sex, _ _ all the graves that's in the air,
cemetery love affair is sex,
_ cemetery sex. _ _
This is the only way I know how to die,
among the [G#] graves that we love by [C#] our back.
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] Cemetery [F#] _ _
[E] _ [C#] sex.
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [N] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] Our night has come, the shadows have grown, the scale, the walls of the funeral home.
In the dark of night with no warning signs, [E] a piece of doubt will [E] open the light.
Get [C#] ready for a night in heaven, through the gates of hell.
I'll sink your pride in the blood of a fallen [G#m] angel. _
[C#] Sex is a similarity, oh. _ _
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making love again is the only [G#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] In the cold of night, when my temperature rises, I can feel my soul start sweating.
There's a taste in the air, supernatural glam, from the [G#] door this [C#] ritual's opening.
I am the son of endless night, I am the father of passion.
When you feel the rush, look deep inside and [G#] don't be caught in [C#] contraction.
Sex is a similarity, _ _ _ _ oh.
Making love again is the only time that I feel alive.
Sex is a similarity, oh.
In the morning light, making _ love again is the only [D#] time that I really [C#] feel alive.
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ Sex is a similarity, oh. _ _
Making love again _ _ [G#] is the only time that I feel [C#] alive.
In the cemetery, _ _ _ _ making love again is [G#] the [C#] only time that I feel alive.
_ _ Sex, _ _ all the graves that's in the air,
cemetery love affair is sex,
_ cemetery sex. _ _
This is the only way I know how to die,
among the [G#] graves that we love by [C#] our back.
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] Cemetery [F#] _ _
[E] _ [C#] sex.
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _