Dead Now Chords by Frightened Rabbit
Tempo:
92.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
B
F#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [B]
[A] [B]
[A] I'm not myself [F#m] I am [B] A broken [A] box of stuff with [D] glass and sand
[E] This [B]
[A] is not how [D] hell should [B] feel Song [A] sung from the lungs of the [D] elderly
[A] I'm [D] [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll see The light has been mine for me
Burned for the [C#m] heat [D] I'm [F#m] dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease [A] Song
[D] [A]
Leave [D] [A]
my heart where my [D] mouth is [G#]
[A] And I can't come [D] down again
[E]
[A] I've gone and dabbled my kidneys Now he's living [D] inside me
[A]
[B] If you [A] can't bring an exorcist I'll sell for your simplest dress
[B] We'll scream hell [A] towards heaven's door And I'll kiss on your [D] front door
I'm [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll [A] see [D] The light has been [A] mine for [F#m] me
Burned for the heat I'm dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease
We are joined hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell
And the virtue of [C#m] sin [F#] Oh
[A]
There's something [D] wrong with me
[A] [E] [D]
[A] There's something [D] wrong with [A] me
[D]
[A]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A] [D] [A]
Oh, [D] [Bm]
[A] [E] there's [A] something [D] wrong with me
[A] And it reads nothing like [D] poetry
So when [A] you hold me in a [D] smile, these tics and [A] inconsistencies
There's something [D] wrong with me
[E] Oh, [A] there's something [D] wrong with [A] me
Oh, it reads nothing like poetry
[D] [A] Oh, you hold me in [D] spite, these tics and [A]
inconsistencies
There's something wrong with me
[D]
[A] [B]
[A] I'm not myself [F#m] I am [B] A broken [A] box of stuff with [D] glass and sand
[E] This [B]
[A] is not how [D] hell should [B] feel Song [A] sung from the lungs of the [D] elderly
[A] I'm [D] [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll see The light has been mine for me
Burned for the [C#m] heat [D] I'm [F#m] dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease [A] Song
[D] [A]
Leave [D] [A]
my heart where my [D] mouth is [G#]
[A] And I can't come [D] down again
[E]
[A] I've gone and dabbled my kidneys Now he's living [D] inside me
[A]
[B] If you [A] can't bring an exorcist I'll sell for your simplest dress
[B] We'll scream hell [A] towards heaven's door And I'll kiss on your [D] front door
I'm [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll [A] see [D] The light has been [A] mine for [F#m] me
Burned for the heat I'm dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease
We are joined hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell
And the virtue of [C#m] sin [F#] Oh
[A]
There's something [D] wrong with me
[A] [E] [D]
[A] There's something [D] wrong with [A] me
[D]
[A]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A] [D] [A]
Oh, [D] [Bm]
[A] [E] there's [A] something [D] wrong with me
[A] And it reads nothing like [D] poetry
So when [A] you hold me in a [D] smile, these tics and [A] inconsistencies
There's something [D] wrong with me
[E] Oh, [A] there's something [D] wrong with [A] me
Oh, it reads nothing like poetry
[D] [A] Oh, you hold me in [D] spite, these tics and [A]
inconsistencies
There's something wrong with me
[D]
Key:
A
D
B
F#m
E
A
D
B
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] I'm not myself [F#m] I am [B] A broken [A] box of stuff with [D] glass and sand
[E] This [B]
[A] is not how [D] hell should [B] feel Song [A] sung from the lungs of the [D] elderly
_ [A] I'm [D] _ _ [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll see The light has been mine for me
Burned for the [C#m] heat [D] _ I'm [F#m] dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease [A] Song
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Leave _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
my heart where my [D] mouth is _ [G#]
[A] And I can't come [D] down again
_ [E] _
[A] I've gone and dabbled my kidneys _ _ Now he's living [D] inside me
[A] _
[B] If you [A] can't bring an _ exorcist _ I'll sell for your simplest dress _
[B] We'll scream hell [A] towards heaven's door And I'll kiss on your [D] front door _ _ _
_ I'm [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll [A] see [D] The light has been [A] mine for [F#m] me
Burned for the heat _ I'm dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease
_ We are _ joined hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell
And the virtue of [C#m] sin [F#] Oh
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ There's something [D] wrong with me
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [A] There's something [D] wrong with _ _ [A] me
_ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ [A]
Oh, _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ there's [A] _ something [D] wrong with me
[A] And it reads nothing like [D] poetry
_ So when [A] you hold me in a [D] smile, these tics and _ [A] inconsistencies
There's something [D] wrong with me
[E] Oh, [A] there's something [D] wrong with [A] me
Oh, it reads nothing like poetry
[D] _ [A] _ Oh, you hold me in [D] spite, these tics and [A] _
inconsistencies
There's something wrong with me _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] I'm not myself [F#m] I am [B] A broken [A] box of stuff with [D] glass and sand
[E] This [B]
[A] is not how [D] hell should [B] feel Song [A] sung from the lungs of the [D] elderly
_ [A] I'm [D] _ _ [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll see The light has been mine for me
Burned for the [C#m] heat [D] _ I'm [F#m] dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease [A] Song
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Leave _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
my heart where my [D] mouth is _ [G#]
[A] And I can't come [D] down again
_ [E] _
[A] I've gone and dabbled my kidneys _ _ Now he's living [D] inside me
[A] _
[B] If you [A] can't bring an _ exorcist _ I'll sell for your simplest dress _
[B] We'll scream hell [A] towards heaven's door And I'll kiss on your [D] front door _ _ _
_ I'm [F#m] dead now check my chest and you'll [A] see [D] The light has been [A] mine for [F#m] me
Burned for the heat _ I'm dead now can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease
_ We are _ joined hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell
And the virtue of [C#m] sin [F#] Oh
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ There's something [D] wrong with me
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [A] There's something [D] wrong with _ _ [A] me
_ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ [A]
Oh, _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ there's [A] _ something [D] wrong with me
[A] And it reads nothing like [D] poetry
_ So when [A] you hold me in a [D] smile, these tics and _ [A] inconsistencies
There's something [D] wrong with me
[E] Oh, [A] there's something [D] wrong with [A] me
Oh, it reads nothing like poetry
[D] _ [A] _ Oh, you hold me in [D] spite, these tics and [A] _
inconsistencies
There's something wrong with me _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _