Chords for Jake La Botz (USA) - The devil lives in my throat, live yn NW
Tempo:
127.45 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
B
E
G#m
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [F#m]
My [E]
[B]
[F#m] [E]
[B]
mother [F#m] says that the [G#m] devil lives in [B] my throat.
My [F#m] mother says that [G#] the devil lives in my throat.
[B]
[F#m] Although my [E] heart is golden, [B] my throat is [F#m] molten red.
The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left [F#m] unsaid.
[A] By [F#m]
thousands of years [G#m] a relative [E] [B] whose throat's one made of [F#m] lead.
My mother says that the [E] devil lives [B] in my throat.
[F#] My mother says there's [B] a demon in my guitar.
[F#m] My mother says [B] there's a demon in my guitar.
[A] [F#m] Although it's crafted [E] beautifully, [B] the sound is quite [F#m] bizarre.
The wood was taken from a [E] casket that [B] could not contain the [F#m] law.
Of a God whose bones [E] are bleaching [B] under the sun who said it [F#m] all.
My mother says [E] there's a demon in my [B] guitar.
[F#m] My mother says that [E] the end is coming [B] soon.
[A] [F#m] My mother says [G#m] that the end is [B] coming soon.
[Bm] [F#m] Although she doesn't know [E] the middle, she [B] says it started with [F#m] the word.
It rhymes with man's [E] conspiracy and [B] her condition seldom [F#m] cared.
I offer her my [E] condolences [B] for the shepherd and [F#] the herd.
[F#m] My mother says [E] that the end is coming [B] soon.
My [F#m] father says [E] that my songs contain no [B] good.
[F#m] My mother says that [E] my songs contain [B] no good.
[F#m] Although my [E] heart is [G#m] golden, [B] my throat is molten [F#m] red.
The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left unsaid.
[A] By [F#m] thousands of years [E] of relative [B] whose throats were [F#] made of lead.
[F#m] My mother says [E] that the devil lives in my throat.
My [E]
[B]
[F#m] [E]
[B]
mother [F#m] says that the [G#m] devil lives in [B] my throat.
My [F#m] mother says that [G#] the devil lives in my throat.
[B]
[F#m] Although my [E] heart is golden, [B] my throat is [F#m] molten red.
The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left [F#m] unsaid.
[A] By [F#m]
thousands of years [G#m] a relative [E] [B] whose throat's one made of [F#m] lead.
My mother says that the [E] devil lives [B] in my throat.
[F#] My mother says there's [B] a demon in my guitar.
[F#m] My mother says [B] there's a demon in my guitar.
[A] [F#m] Although it's crafted [E] beautifully, [B] the sound is quite [F#m] bizarre.
The wood was taken from a [E] casket that [B] could not contain the [F#m] law.
Of a God whose bones [E] are bleaching [B] under the sun who said it [F#m] all.
My mother says [E] there's a demon in my [B] guitar.
[F#m] My mother says that [E] the end is coming [B] soon.
[A] [F#m] My mother says [G#m] that the end is [B] coming soon.
[Bm] [F#m] Although she doesn't know [E] the middle, she [B] says it started with [F#m] the word.
It rhymes with man's [E] conspiracy and [B] her condition seldom [F#m] cared.
I offer her my [E] condolences [B] for the shepherd and [F#] the herd.
[F#m] My mother says [E] that the end is coming [B] soon.
My [F#m] father says [E] that my songs contain no [B] good.
[F#m] My mother says that [E] my songs contain [B] no good.
[F#m] Although my [E] heart is [G#m] golden, [B] my throat is molten [F#m] red.
The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left unsaid.
[A] By [F#m] thousands of years [E] of relative [B] whose throats were [F#] made of lead.
[F#m] My mother says [E] that the devil lives in my throat.
Key:
F#m
B
E
G#m
A
F#m
B
E
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ My _ _ [E] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ mother [F#m] says that the [G#m] devil lives in [B] my throat. _ _ _
_ _ My [F#m] mother says that [G#] the devil lives in my throat.
_ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Although my [E] heart is golden, _ _ [B] my throat is [F#m] molten red.
_ The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left [F#m] unsaid.
_ [A] By [F#m]
thousands of years [G#m] a relative [E] _ [B] whose throat's one made of _ [F#m] lead.
My mother says that the [E] devil lives [B] in my throat. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] My mother says there's [B] a demon in my guitar. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] My mother says [B] there's a demon in my guitar. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] Although it's crafted [E] beautifully, _ [B] the sound is quite [F#m] bizarre.
_ _ The wood was taken from a [E] casket that [B] could not contain the [F#m] law.
_ Of a God whose bones [E] are bleaching _ [B] under the sun who said it [F#m] all.
_ My mother says [E] there's a demon in my [B] guitar. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] My mother says that [E] the end is coming _ [B] soon. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] My mother says [G#m] that the end is [B] coming soon. _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#m] Although she doesn't know [E] the middle, _ she [B] says it started with [F#m] the word.
_ It rhymes with man's [E] conspiracy and [B] her condition seldom [F#m] cared.
_ I offer her my [E] condolences _ [B] for the shepherd and [F#] the herd.
_ [F#m] _ _ My mother says [E] that the end is coming [B] soon.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My [F#m] father says [E] that my songs contain no [B] good. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] My mother says that [E] my songs contain [B] no good. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Although my [E] heart is [G#m] golden, _ [B] my throat is molten [F#m] red.
_ The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left unsaid.
[A] _ By [F#m] thousands of years [E] of relative _ [B] whose throats were [F#] made of _ lead.
[F#m] My mother says [E] that the devil lives in my throat.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My _ _ [E] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ mother [F#m] says that the [G#m] devil lives in [B] my throat. _ _ _
_ _ My [F#m] mother says that [G#] the devil lives in my throat.
_ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Although my [E] heart is golden, _ _ [B] my throat is [F#m] molten red.
_ The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left [F#m] unsaid.
_ [A] By [F#m]
thousands of years [G#m] a relative [E] _ [B] whose throat's one made of _ [F#m] lead.
My mother says that the [E] devil lives [B] in my throat. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] My mother says there's [B] a demon in my guitar. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] My mother says [B] there's a demon in my guitar. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] Although it's crafted [E] beautifully, _ [B] the sound is quite [F#m] bizarre.
_ _ The wood was taken from a [E] casket that [B] could not contain the [F#m] law.
_ Of a God whose bones [E] are bleaching _ [B] under the sun who said it [F#m] all.
_ My mother says [E] there's a demon in my [B] guitar. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] My mother says that [E] the end is coming _ [B] soon. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] My mother says [G#m] that the end is [B] coming soon. _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#m] Although she doesn't know [E] the middle, _ she [B] says it started with [F#m] the word.
_ It rhymes with man's [E] conspiracy and [B] her condition seldom [F#m] cared.
_ I offer her my [E] condolences _ [B] for the shepherd and [F#] the herd.
_ [F#m] _ _ My mother says [E] that the end is coming [B] soon.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My [F#m] father says [E] that my songs contain no [B] good. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] My mother says that [E] my songs contain [B] no good. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Although my [E] heart is [G#m] golden, _ [B] my throat is molten [F#m] red.
_ The hell of it is [G#m] I'm shouldering weight [B] of everything left unsaid.
[A] _ By [F#m] thousands of years [E] of relative _ [B] whose throats were [F#] made of _ lead.
[F#m] My mother says [E] that the devil lives in my throat.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _