Chords for Grayscale - Troubled Man (with lyrics)
Tempo:
112.85 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
G
F
Bb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Eb] [F]
[G] [Eb] [F]
[G] Oh know not now, [Eb] where I make my [F] last work, [G] where I've made a fucklot more than the [Eb] World's
[C] Fighters, Never sag on [G] past, When I yawned at pact, these [Eb] days my tongue [C] flyin'
I'm so-so [G] sore.
I've got to deny [Eb] where I make this day [F] my fault.
[C] Nor wellarius subtle, who teleports [G] and prompts !
[C] I'm speaking through Kerry,
[Eb] we've heard great things of [C] you.
And God's plan to fail, [Eb] well we all feel the same.
[G] And I can hear your heart [C] beat, father, [Eb] it's ringing in my ears.
[C] Blood is coming from your mouth, not the [G] words I've been trying [Eb] to hear.
I'll have to stand to [G] borrow my son.
I speak out of fear, [Eb]
everyone hates my son.
[G] Ripping red fragrance off my skin.
[Eb] No one told me where to bring me from, [G] this is a rambling mess for me.
[Eb] I'm not worth it, when yet it [Gm] makes my [G] stomach growl.
[Eb] I'm the disgrace in my life, [Gm] [Bb]
[Eb]
I'm regretting.
[G] I wish I could stand all the swords flung in my [F] hand.
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad.
I wish I could stand [G] all the swords flung in my hand.
[F] [Bb] I wish I could get [Eb] you from God's handpad.
I wish I could [G] stand all the swords flung in my hand.
[Bb]
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad.
[G] [D] I will show you what I've done, [Bb] with a fist full of your mind!
[Eb] I [Bb] will send the two of you [F] from your death!
[Cm] [Eb] [G]
[Bb] [F] [Eb]
[F] [Cm]
[Gm] [Bb]
[F] [Eb] [D]
[Eb] [Gm]
[Bb]
[Eb] [F]
[Cm] [G]
[G] [Eb] [F]
[G] Oh know not now, [Eb] where I make my [F] last work, [G] where I've made a fucklot more than the [Eb] World's
[C] Fighters, Never sag on [G] past, When I yawned at pact, these [Eb] days my tongue [C] flyin'
I'm so-so [G] sore.
I've got to deny [Eb] where I make this day [F] my fault.
[C] Nor wellarius subtle, who teleports [G] and prompts !
[C] I'm speaking through Kerry,
[Eb] we've heard great things of [C] you.
And God's plan to fail, [Eb] well we all feel the same.
[G] And I can hear your heart [C] beat, father, [Eb] it's ringing in my ears.
[C] Blood is coming from your mouth, not the [G] words I've been trying [Eb] to hear.
I'll have to stand to [G] borrow my son.
I speak out of fear, [Eb]
everyone hates my son.
[G] Ripping red fragrance off my skin.
[Eb] No one told me where to bring me from, [G] this is a rambling mess for me.
[Eb] I'm not worth it, when yet it [Gm] makes my [G] stomach growl.
[Eb] I'm the disgrace in my life, [Gm] [Bb]
[Eb]
I'm regretting.
[G] I wish I could stand all the swords flung in my [F] hand.
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad.
I wish I could stand [G] all the swords flung in my hand.
[F] [Bb] I wish I could get [Eb] you from God's handpad.
I wish I could [G] stand all the swords flung in my hand.
[Bb]
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad.
[G] [D] I will show you what I've done, [Bb] with a fist full of your mind!
[Eb] I [Bb] will send the two of you [F] from your death!
[Cm] [Eb] [G]
[Bb] [F] [Eb]
[F] [Cm]
[Gm] [Bb]
[F] [Eb] [D]
[Eb] [Gm]
[Bb]
[Eb] [F]
[Cm] [G]
Key:
Eb
G
F
Bb
C
Eb
G
F
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [F] _
_ [G] Oh know not now, [Eb] where I make my [F] last work, [G] where I've made a fucklot more than the [Eb] World's
[C] Fighters, Never sag on [G] past, When I yawned at pact, these [Eb] days my tongue [C] flyin'
I'm so-so [G] sore.
I've got to deny [Eb] where I make this day [F] my fault.
[C] Nor wellarius subtle, who teleports [G] and prompts ! _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] I'm speaking through Kerry, _
[Eb] we've heard great things of [C] you.
And God's plan to fail, [Eb] well we all feel the same.
[G] And I can hear your heart [C] beat, father, [Eb] it's ringing in my ears.
[C] Blood is coming from your mouth, not the [G] words I've been trying [Eb] to hear. _
_ _ _ I'll have to stand to [G] borrow my son.
_ I speak out of fear, [Eb]
everyone hates my son.
[G] Ripping red fragrance off my skin.
[Eb] No one told me where to bring me from, [G] this is a rambling mess for me. _
[Eb] _ I'm not worth it, when yet it [Gm] makes my [G] stomach growl.
_ [Eb] I'm the disgrace in my life, _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm regretting.
[G] I wish I could stand all the swords flung in my [F] hand.
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad. _ _
I wish I could stand [G] all the swords flung in my hand.
[F] _ [Bb] I wish I could get [Eb] you from God's handpad.
_ _ _ I wish I could [G] stand all the swords flung in my hand.
[Bb]
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad. _
_ [G] _ [D] I will show you what I've done, [Bb] with a fist full of your mind!
[Eb] I [Bb] will send the two of you [F] from your death!
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [F] _
_ [G] Oh know not now, [Eb] where I make my [F] last work, [G] where I've made a fucklot more than the [Eb] World's
[C] Fighters, Never sag on [G] past, When I yawned at pact, these [Eb] days my tongue [C] flyin'
I'm so-so [G] sore.
I've got to deny [Eb] where I make this day [F] my fault.
[C] Nor wellarius subtle, who teleports [G] and prompts ! _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] I'm speaking through Kerry, _
[Eb] we've heard great things of [C] you.
And God's plan to fail, [Eb] well we all feel the same.
[G] And I can hear your heart [C] beat, father, [Eb] it's ringing in my ears.
[C] Blood is coming from your mouth, not the [G] words I've been trying [Eb] to hear. _
_ _ _ I'll have to stand to [G] borrow my son.
_ I speak out of fear, [Eb]
everyone hates my son.
[G] Ripping red fragrance off my skin.
[Eb] No one told me where to bring me from, [G] this is a rambling mess for me. _
[Eb] _ I'm not worth it, when yet it [Gm] makes my [G] stomach growl.
_ [Eb] I'm the disgrace in my life, _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm regretting.
[G] I wish I could stand all the swords flung in my [F] hand.
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad. _ _
I wish I could stand [G] all the swords flung in my hand.
[F] _ [Bb] I wish I could get [Eb] you from God's handpad.
_ _ _ I wish I could [G] stand all the swords flung in my hand.
[Bb]
I wish I could get you [Eb] from God's handpad. _
_ [G] _ [D] I will show you what I've done, [Bb] with a fist full of your mind!
[Eb] I [Bb] will send the two of you [F] from your death!
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
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