Chords for Let My Last Words Not Be In Rhyme - Bread and Roses

Tempo:
129.25 bpm
Chords used:

A

G

D

Bm

Em

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Let My Last Words Not Be In Rhyme - Bread and Roses chords
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[B] [A] [G] [D]
[A] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[A] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[A] [Bm]
The war [G] doesn't stop, [D]
too many [A] times before.
[Bm]
[Em] This guitar's [G] been struck down, [D] like a ferret [A] in a can.
Like a drone above two [Bm] horns, for the weapons [G] in my hand and in my mouth.
[D] There's no battles left [A] to fight.
[Bm]
The machines that [G] kill the fascists of another day
are powerless [A] against the coming [D] night.
[G] [D]
[A] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[A] [Bm]
The [G] word of the used, [D]
too many [A] times before.
[Bm]
They've been just [G] as abused, [A] and like a dog they don't answer to their master anymore.
[Bm] In the [G] face of reality, [D] there's nothing they [A] can do.
[Bm] Against something [G] that's not TRP, and the odds are [A] raw, and the rules [D] are new.
[Am] [D] I [G] took off and left forever [A] ending photographs,
[D] telling broken stories [G] on the floor.
But when I got off of my [A] rocky chair,
[D] and bleeding on the rail line [G] that calls me home,
I only hope you can look [A] my memory in the eye,
[D] as I [A] lied dead [G] on the floor,
[D] and carved these [A] thirteen words [G] into my grave.
[D] He lived as [A] he was born, [G] as he died,
[Bm] screaming out for more.
[G] [A]
[D] [A] Screaming [G] out for more!
[D]
Screaming [A] out for more!
Screaming [Bm] out for more!
[Em] [G] [D]
[A] [Em]
[A]
[Em]
[G] Bye!
[D] [A] [Em]
[D]
[A] [G]
[D]
[A] [Bm]
[Bb]
Key:  
A
1231
G
2131
D
1321
Bm
13421112
Em
121
A
1231
G
2131
D
1321
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[B] _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ The war [G] doesn't stop, _ [D] _
too many [A] times before.
_ _ [Bm] _
[Em] This guitar's [G] been struck down, _ [D] like a ferret [A] in a can.
Like a drone above two [Bm] horns, for the weapons [G] in my hand and in my mouth.
[D] There's no battles left [A] to fight.
_ _ [Bm] _
The machines that [G] kill the fascists of another day
are powerless [A] against the coming [D] night. _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
The [G] word of the used, _ [D] _
_ too many [A] times before.
_ [Bm] _
They've been just [G] as abused, [A] and like a dog they don't answer to their master anymore.
[Bm] In the [G] face of reality, _ [D] there's nothing they [A] can do. _ _
[Bm] Against something [G] that's not _ TRP, and the odds are [A] raw, and the rules [D] are new. _ _
[Am] _ [D] I [G] took off and left forever [A] ending photographs,
_ [D] telling broken stories [G] on the floor.
But when I got off of my [A] rocky chair,
_ [D] and bleeding on the rail line [G] that calls me home,
I only hope you can look [A] my memory in the eye,
[D] as I [A] lied dead [G] on the floor,
_ [D] and carved these [A] thirteen words [G] into my grave.
_ [D] He lived as [A] he was born, [G] as he died,
[Bm] screaming out for more.
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ Screaming [G] out for _ more!
_ _ _ _ [D] _
Screaming [A] out for more!
Screaming [Bm] out for more!
_ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [G] _ Bye!
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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