Chords for Johnny Hollow - Shock Me Peter
Tempo:
82.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
F#
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[F] You'll chase away the skeletons harbored [C] in your Christian [F#] closets, [D] salutations to a passenger
of guilty trips, [F] of guilty trips while traveled, [C] while traveled and traveling, thoughts [F#] of
glory holes, [A] of angel kisses, [D] of golden showers, all cured by a holy bottle of H2O.
[Bm] Peter, this [D] is the day [Bm] for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
[Bm]
Shock me Peter, we're
in the way.
You're a [Bm] saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, [F#] fade away.
[D] A diluted broth [G] of plastic pops on its birth, of [F] sunlight and plastic glitter, fed into
[C] spoonfuls of [F#] formaldehyde laced with a pinch [D] of ginger, and the midnight people banished
[F] by oil slicking productions.
[C] My zombie honey, do you realize what you've done?
[F#] Your loneliness
is killing [D] us, ruled and ruined, beckoned by the beckoning.
Please, yes, [Bm] don't leave Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
[Bm]
Shock me Peter, we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make me
[D] sing, fade [F#] away.
[D] Get away from your golden arches, your [G] pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your [F] choreographed
lives.
[C] Morals for immortality, quarrels for [D] brutality, life's stairs and [F#] stifling yawns
on the heads of [A] the broken masses.
[C] [Cm] [G#]
[G#]
[D] [G] [D#]
[Bm]
[D]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[G] [D]
Angry egos and holy placebos [F] will cast away the rotting, with [C] your Hollywood gods all
[F#] built on a mountain of recycled [D] flesh, dead eyes, [F] fashioned with wide smiles.
[C] It's hard
to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a [F#] scalpel's knife.
[D] Tell me your stories,
tell me your glories, tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark.
Tell [Bm] me Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
Shock [G] me Peter, [Bm]
we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, fade [Bm] away.
[D] Get away from your golden arches, [Bm] your pre-packaged prophets designed [D] to conduct [Bm] your choreographed
[D] [Bm]
[D]
[F] You'll chase away the skeletons harbored [C] in your Christian [F#] closets, [D] salutations to a passenger
of guilty trips, [F] of guilty trips while traveled, [C] while traveled and traveling, thoughts [F#] of
glory holes, [A] of angel kisses, [D] of golden showers, all cured by a holy bottle of H2O.
[Bm] Peter, this [D] is the day [Bm] for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
[Bm]
Shock me Peter, we're
in the way.
You're a [Bm] saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, [F#] fade away.
[D] A diluted broth [G] of plastic pops on its birth, of [F] sunlight and plastic glitter, fed into
[C] spoonfuls of [F#] formaldehyde laced with a pinch [D] of ginger, and the midnight people banished
[F] by oil slicking productions.
[C] My zombie honey, do you realize what you've done?
[F#] Your loneliness
is killing [D] us, ruled and ruined, beckoned by the beckoning.
Please, yes, [Bm] don't leave Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
[Bm]
Shock me Peter, we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make me
[D] sing, fade [F#] away.
[D] Get away from your golden arches, your [G] pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your [F] choreographed
lives.
[C] Morals for immortality, quarrels for [D] brutality, life's stairs and [F#] stifling yawns
on the heads of [A] the broken masses.
[C] [Cm] [G#]
[G#]
[D] [G] [D#]
[Bm]
[D]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[G] [D]
Angry egos and holy placebos [F] will cast away the rotting, with [C] your Hollywood gods all
[F#] built on a mountain of recycled [D] flesh, dead eyes, [F] fashioned with wide smiles.
[C] It's hard
to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a [F#] scalpel's knife.
[D] Tell me your stories,
tell me your glories, tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark.
Tell [Bm] me Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
Shock [G] me Peter, [Bm]
we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, fade [Bm] away.
[D] Get away from your golden arches, [Bm] your pre-packaged prophets designed [D] to conduct [Bm] your choreographed
[D] [Bm]
[D]
Key:
D
Bm
F#
C
F
D
Bm
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F] You'll chase away the skeletons harbored [C] in your Christian [F#] closets, [D] salutations to a passenger
of guilty trips, [F] of guilty trips while traveled, [C] while traveled and traveling, thoughts [F#] of
glory holes, [A] of angel kisses, [D] of golden showers, all cured by a holy bottle of H2O. _
[Bm] _ Peter, this [D] is the day [Bm] for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
_ [Bm]
Shock me Peter, _ we're
in the way.
You're a [Bm] saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, _ [F#] fade away. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ A diluted broth [G] of plastic pops on its birth, of [F] sunlight and plastic glitter, fed into
[C] spoonfuls of [F#] formaldehyde laced with a pinch [D] of ginger, and the midnight people banished
[F] by oil slicking productions.
[C] My zombie honey, do you realize what you've done?
[F#] Your loneliness
is killing [D] us, ruled and ruined, beckoned by the beckoning.
_ Please, yes, [Bm] don't leave Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
_ _ [Bm]
Shock me Peter, _ we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make me
[D] sing, fade [F#] away. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Get away from your golden arches, your [G] pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your [F] choreographed
lives.
_ [C] Morals for immortality, quarrels for [D] brutality, life's stairs and [F#] stifling yawns
on the heads of [A] the broken masses.
_ [C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Angry egos and holy placebos [F] will cast away the rotting, with [C] your Hollywood gods all
[F#] built on a mountain of recycled [D] flesh, dead eyes, [F] fashioned with wide smiles.
_ [C] It's hard
to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a [F#] scalpel's knife.
[D] Tell me your stories,
tell me your glories, tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark.
Tell [Bm] me Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
Shock [G] me Peter, [Bm] _
we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, fade [Bm] away. _ _
[D] Get away from your golden arches, [Bm] your pre-packaged prophets designed [D] to conduct _ [Bm] your choreographed _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F] You'll chase away the skeletons harbored [C] in your Christian [F#] closets, [D] salutations to a passenger
of guilty trips, [F] of guilty trips while traveled, [C] while traveled and traveling, thoughts [F#] of
glory holes, [A] of angel kisses, [D] of golden showers, all cured by a holy bottle of H2O. _
[Bm] _ Peter, this [D] is the day [Bm] for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
_ [Bm]
Shock me Peter, _ we're
in the way.
You're a [Bm] saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, _ [F#] fade away. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ A diluted broth [G] of plastic pops on its birth, of [F] sunlight and plastic glitter, fed into
[C] spoonfuls of [F#] formaldehyde laced with a pinch [D] of ginger, and the midnight people banished
[F] by oil slicking productions.
[C] My zombie honey, do you realize what you've done?
[F#] Your loneliness
is killing [D] us, ruled and ruined, beckoned by the beckoning.
_ Please, yes, [Bm] don't leave Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
_ _ [Bm]
Shock me Peter, _ we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make me
[D] sing, fade [F#] away. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Get away from your golden arches, your [G] pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your [F] choreographed
lives.
_ [C] Morals for immortality, quarrels for [D] brutality, life's stairs and [F#] stifling yawns
on the heads of [A] the broken masses.
_ [C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Angry egos and holy placebos [F] will cast away the rotting, with [C] your Hollywood gods all
[F#] built on a mountain of recycled [D] flesh, dead eyes, [F] fashioned with wide smiles.
_ [C] It's hard
to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a [F#] scalpel's knife.
[D] Tell me your stories,
tell me your glories, tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark.
Tell [Bm] me Peter, this is the day for this unruly soul to make it's [D] runaway.
Shock [G] me Peter, [Bm] _
we're in the way.
You're a saddie in eyes but it's enough to make [D] me sing, fade [Bm] away. _ _
[D] Get away from your golden arches, [Bm] your pre-packaged prophets designed [D] to conduct _ [Bm] your choreographed _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _