Chords for Jonathan Fire*Eater - Winston Plum: Undertaker
Tempo:
81.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
B
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm]
[D] Sitting in the office, thinking of the coffins [A] that come and go
They're all bought and sold [D] again
Black lacquered maple, obituary staples
[A] All the tin boards that read, welcome aboard my [D] prince
The moths and the rotten flowers
And the punch that turns, it turns to sour
And the casket of the hour
Causes spaces to cower and fails to empower
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the [G] [E] law
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[Dm] And [D] [Dm]
[D] oh, my great aunt Sydney, she had an open casket
[A] And I was a-crying cause her mouth was all crooked
[D] Now, stains and rotten and bolts, save me from the hole
I [A] got stuck again and it's time to begin [D] again
But my cousin, he just cracked
And when his elevator went to the top
Oh, I swore I would never come down
But there's just no place in this business for clowns
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[E] Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[D] Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, [B] in the life of an undone genius
Oh, I would keep it long up to then
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, my sand, the rotten thoughts
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E]
This [B] would never do, of [E] course
We must be [E] true, true to the law
[B]
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their [E] cables
Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
Shut [B] up, my sand, the rotten thoughts
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[B] [E] [N]
[D] Sitting in the office, thinking of the coffins [A] that come and go
They're all bought and sold [D] again
Black lacquered maple, obituary staples
[A] All the tin boards that read, welcome aboard my [D] prince
The moths and the rotten flowers
And the punch that turns, it turns to sour
And the casket of the hour
Causes spaces to cower and fails to empower
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the [G] [E] law
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[Dm] And [D] [Dm]
[D] oh, my great aunt Sydney, she had an open casket
[A] And I was a-crying cause her mouth was all crooked
[D] Now, stains and rotten and bolts, save me from the hole
I [A] got stuck again and it's time to begin [D] again
But my cousin, he just cracked
And when his elevator went to the top
Oh, I swore I would never come down
But there's just no place in this business for clowns
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[E] Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[D] Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, [B] in the life of an undone genius
Oh, I would keep it long up to then
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, my sand, the rotten thoughts
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E]
This [B] would never do, of [E] course
We must be [E] true, true to the law
[B]
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their [E] cables
Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
Shut [B] up, my sand, the rotten thoughts
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[B] [E] [N]
Key:
D
E
B
A
Dm
D
E
B
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_ [D] Sitting in the office, thinking of the coffins [A] that come and go
They're all bought and sold [D] again
Black lacquered maple, _ obituary staples
[A] All the tin boards that read, welcome aboard my [D] prince
The moths and the rotten flowers
And the punch that turns, it turns to sour
And the casket of the hour
Causes spaces to cower and fails to empower
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the [G] [E] law
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[Dm] And _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[D] _ oh, my great aunt Sydney, she had an open casket
[A] And I was a-crying cause her mouth was all crooked
[D] Now, stains and rotten and bolts, save me from the hole
I [A] got stuck again and it's time to begin [D] again
But my cousin, he just cracked
_ And when his elevator went to the top
Oh, I swore I would never come down
But there's just no place in this business for clowns
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[E] _ Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[D] Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, _ [B] in the life of an undone genius
Oh, I would keep it long up to then
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, _ _ my sand, the rotten thoughts _
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E]
This [B] would never do, of [E] course
We must be [E] true, true to the law
_ [B]
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their [E] cables
Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
Shut [B] up, my sand, the rotten thoughts
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] Sitting in the office, thinking of the coffins [A] that come and go
They're all bought and sold [D] again
Black lacquered maple, _ obituary staples
[A] All the tin boards that read, welcome aboard my [D] prince
The moths and the rotten flowers
And the punch that turns, it turns to sour
And the casket of the hour
Causes spaces to cower and fails to empower
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the [G] [E] law
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[Dm] And _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[D] _ oh, my great aunt Sydney, she had an open casket
[A] And I was a-crying cause her mouth was all crooked
[D] Now, stains and rotten and bolts, save me from the hole
I [A] got stuck again and it's time to begin [D] again
But my cousin, he just cracked
_ And when his elevator went to the top
Oh, I swore I would never come down
But there's just no place in this business for clowns
[G] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[E] _ Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their cables
[D] Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, _ [B] in the life of an undone genius
Oh, I would keep it long up to then
If ever a blemish or a waxing finish
Should tame the star of the hour
Oh, _ _ my sand, the rotten thoughts _
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E]
This [B] would never do, of [E] course
We must be [E] true, true to the law
_ [B]
Spun them from their staves
Put them down from their [E] cables
Brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are in bond
Shut [B] up, my sand, the rotten thoughts
The blunts that turns, it turns to sour
[E] Oh, this would never do, of course
We must be true, true to the law
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _