Records Chords by Paul Conrad
Tempo:
70.975 bpm
Chords used:
Em
C
G
D
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Em]
[B]
[G] You used to write songs, now they [Em] make hits
Cause songs have no rights in a pile [B] of shit
[F#m] You're not an artist, you just like to dance
But dancing is too hard, [Bm] what rape is to [G] romance?
You can teach an old dog new [Em] tricks
But the trick is telling new dogs they're [B] worthless
[F#m] If I'm worthless but I work hard
Does it mean I'm [Bm] heartless or just less hard?
[G] Tell me the truth, whose side you're [Em] on
Is suicide an option?
Then write another [F#m] song
And we can sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along [Bm] when you're dead and [C] gone
So [Em] take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
[Em] You don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [Em] anymore
So take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They don't [G] listen anymore
Go on, little bitch, [Em] you're weary
But be wary of bitch if she's [B] ordinary
She's just a pop star, wanna pop a [F#m] quiz
Now she's popping all the [Bm] pills that she can find in [G] showbiz
What's a facelift when you're so faceless?
You just [E] have to lift this money-looking ugly, try and [B] face it
Don't [F#m] bother to show me your expertise
I know I'm no expert, but you're [Bm] just a [G] tease
You think you're a god, just don't pray to [Em] yourself
You'll realize your weakness, pray on [F#m] yourself
Put your headphones on, you better phone ahead
Send me a warning, tell me music's fucking dead
[C] So take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [C] anymore
Take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You don't even have [Em] the time
They don't [G] listen [C] anymore
Tell me the truth inside [Em] your heart
[D]
[C] We'll sing you songs when you're dead [Em] and gone
[G]
[C] [Em] [D]
[C] We can [Em] sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along, [Bm] sing [C] along
[Em] So take the records off the wall
[E] Take [D] them down and burn [Em] them all
You don't even have the time
They [G] don't listen [A]
[C] anymore
Take the records off [F#] the wall
Take [G] them down [C] and burn them all
You don't even have the time
[F#] They [G] don't listen anymore
[B]
[G] You used to write songs, now they [Em] make hits
Cause songs have no rights in a pile [B] of shit
[F#m] You're not an artist, you just like to dance
But dancing is too hard, [Bm] what rape is to [G] romance?
You can teach an old dog new [Em] tricks
But the trick is telling new dogs they're [B] worthless
[F#m] If I'm worthless but I work hard
Does it mean I'm [Bm] heartless or just less hard?
[G] Tell me the truth, whose side you're [Em] on
Is suicide an option?
Then write another [F#m] song
And we can sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along [Bm] when you're dead and [C] gone
So [Em] take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
[Em] You don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [Em] anymore
So take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They don't [G] listen anymore
Go on, little bitch, [Em] you're weary
But be wary of bitch if she's [B] ordinary
She's just a pop star, wanna pop a [F#m] quiz
Now she's popping all the [Bm] pills that she can find in [G] showbiz
What's a facelift when you're so faceless?
You just [E] have to lift this money-looking ugly, try and [B] face it
Don't [F#m] bother to show me your expertise
I know I'm no expert, but you're [Bm] just a [G] tease
You think you're a god, just don't pray to [Em] yourself
You'll realize your weakness, pray on [F#m] yourself
Put your headphones on, you better phone ahead
Send me a warning, tell me music's fucking dead
[C] So take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [C] anymore
Take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You don't even have [Em] the time
They don't [G] listen [C] anymore
Tell me the truth inside [Em] your heart
[D]
[C] We'll sing you songs when you're dead [Em] and gone
[G]
[C] [Em] [D]
[C] We can [Em] sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along, [Bm] sing [C] along
[Em] So take the records off the wall
[E] Take [D] them down and burn [Em] them all
You don't even have the time
They [G] don't listen [A]
[C] anymore
Take the records off [F#] the wall
Take [G] them down [C] and burn them all
You don't even have the time
[F#] They [G] don't listen anymore
Key:
Em
C
G
D
F#m
Em
C
G
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] You used to write songs, now they [Em] make hits
Cause songs have no rights in a pile [B] of shit
[F#m] You're not an artist, you just like to dance
But dancing is too hard, [Bm] what rape is to [G] romance?
You can teach an old dog new [Em] tricks
But the trick is telling new dogs they're [B] worthless
[F#m] If I'm worthless but I work hard
Does it mean I'm [Bm] heartless or just less hard?
[G] Tell me the truth, whose side you're [Em] on
Is suicide an option?
Then write another [F#m] song
And we can sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along [Bm] when you're dead and [C] gone
So [Em] take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
[Em] You don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [Em] anymore
So take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They don't [G] listen anymore
Go on, little bitch, [Em] you're weary
But be wary of bitch if she's [B] ordinary
She's just a pop star, wanna pop a [F#m] quiz
Now she's popping all the [Bm] pills that she can find in [G] showbiz
What's a facelift when you're so faceless?
You just [E] have to lift this money-looking ugly, try and [B] face it
Don't [F#m] bother to show me your expertise
I know I'm no expert, but you're [Bm] just a [G] tease
You think you're a god, just don't pray to [Em] yourself
You'll realize your weakness, pray on [F#m] yourself
Put your headphones on, you better phone ahead
Send me a warning, tell me music's fucking dead
[C] So take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [C] anymore
Take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You don't even have [Em] the time
They don't [G] listen [C] anymore
Tell me the truth inside [Em] your heart
_ [D] _ _
[C] We'll sing you songs when you're dead [Em] and gone
_ [G] _ _
[C] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[C] We can [Em] sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along, [Bm] sing [C] along
[Em] So take the records off the wall
[E] Take [D] them down and burn [Em] them all
You don't even have the time
They [G] don't listen [A]
[C] anymore
Take the records off [F#] the wall
Take [G] them down [C] and burn them all
You don't even have the time
[F#] They [G] don't listen anymore _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] You used to write songs, now they [Em] make hits
Cause songs have no rights in a pile [B] of shit
[F#m] You're not an artist, you just like to dance
But dancing is too hard, [Bm] what rape is to [G] romance?
You can teach an old dog new [Em] tricks
But the trick is telling new dogs they're [B] worthless
[F#m] If I'm worthless but I work hard
Does it mean I'm [Bm] heartless or just less hard?
[G] Tell me the truth, whose side you're [Em] on
Is suicide an option?
Then write another [F#m] song
And we can sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along [Bm] when you're dead and [C] gone
So [Em] take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
[Em] You don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [Em] anymore
So take the records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They don't [G] listen anymore
Go on, little bitch, [Em] you're weary
But be wary of bitch if she's [B] ordinary
She's just a pop star, wanna pop a [F#m] quiz
Now she's popping all the [Bm] pills that she can find in [G] showbiz
What's a facelift when you're so faceless?
You just [E] have to lift this money-looking ugly, try and [B] face it
Don't [F#m] bother to show me your expertise
I know I'm no expert, but you're [Bm] just a [G] tease
You think you're a god, just don't pray to [Em] yourself
You'll realize your weakness, pray on [F#m] yourself
Put your headphones on, you better phone ahead
Send me a warning, tell me music's fucking dead
[C] So take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You [Em] don't even have the time
They [D] don't listen [C] anymore
Take the [Em] records off the wall
Take [D] them down and burn [C] them all
You don't even have [Em] the time
They don't [G] listen [C] anymore
Tell me the truth inside [Em] your heart
_ [D] _ _
[C] We'll sing you songs when you're dead [Em] and gone
_ [G] _ _
[C] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[C] We can [Em] sing along, we can sing along
We can sing along, [Bm] sing [C] along
[Em] So take the records off the wall
[E] Take [D] them down and burn [Em] them all
You don't even have the time
They [G] don't listen [A]
[C] anymore
Take the records off [F#] the wall
Take [G] them down [C] and burn them all
You don't even have the time
[F#] They [G] don't listen anymore _ _ _ _ _ _ _