Chords for Propagandhi - A Speculative Fiction
Tempo:
180.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
D
C
Em
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[D]
[F#] [G]
[Em] [D]
[C]
[E]
[F#] [A]
[G] [F#]
[E]
[F#] [G]
[Em] [D]
[C]
[E]
[F#] [A]
[G] [F#]
[E]
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E
D
C
Em
F#
E
D
C
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_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm the new [C] Iron Curtain drawn across the _ 49th parallel. _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ I don't care who I'm riding towards as we _ explore. _ _
_ _ _ [C] I can take a tear for ease _ and issue a _ nationwide.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Traveling friends only, parential is left inside. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Nowhere to run, _ _ nowhere to hide.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The current shows us self-nondescript _ pain.
_ Still on the line, let's go.
Still on the line, let's [C] go.
_ Stretch of wood, the [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood, the [E] interstate.
_ _ _ [C] Snuffin's all from [E] below. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ We're low on the job, we're [D] late.
Cracks of nine, and [E] I'm late. _ _ _
_ _ Snuffin's fuckin' late from Foxwood just last year. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I want to make that six-foot cube in Tandem Ski. _ _ _ _ _
I shot good swing at Fox, those ain't a hit. _ _ _ _ _
_ A battle of _ 1812 [A] lives in our _ hearts. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We don't care if we're baseline. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We'll never conquer too late.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ We'll take the whole fuckin' world [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ But that's in [D] place.
[E] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] Just [E] a split of the fiction.
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The class war line.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ We [E] got a good 50 years [D] left.
[E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Till you let it be [D] snapped. _ _ _ _ _ _
Mirror all's on West Broadway, _ finally fade.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
reprise.
_ _ _ _ _ In exchange for rather _ stupid _ lullabies.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ But you [Em] can have my guns when you cry.
[C] _ _ Them from [E] my _ [D] _ _ _ cold dead hands.
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just a split of the fiction. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm the new [C] Iron Curtain drawn across the _ 49th parallel. _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ I don't care who I'm riding towards as we _ explore. _ _
_ _ _ [C] I can take a tear for ease _ and issue a _ nationwide.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Traveling friends only, parential is left inside. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Nowhere to run, _ _ nowhere to hide.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The current shows us self-nondescript _ pain.
_ Still on the line, let's go.
Still on the line, let's [C] go.
_ Stretch of wood, the [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood, the [E] interstate.
_ _ _ [C] Snuffin's all from [E] below. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ We're low on the job, we're [D] late.
Cracks of nine, and [E] I'm late. _ _ _
_ _ Snuffin's fuckin' late from Foxwood just last year. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I want to make that six-foot cube in Tandem Ski. _ _ _ _ _
I shot good swing at Fox, those ain't a hit. _ _ _ _ _
_ A battle of _ 1812 [A] lives in our _ hearts. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We don't care if we're baseline. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We'll never conquer too late.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ We'll take the whole fuckin' world [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ But that's in [D] place.
[E] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] Just [E] a split of the fiction.
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The class war line.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ We [E] got a good 50 years [D] left.
[E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Till you let it be [D] snapped. _ _ _ _ _ _
Mirror all's on West Broadway, _ finally fade.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
reprise.
_ _ _ _ _ In exchange for rather _ stupid _ lullabies.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ But you [Em] can have my guns when you cry.
[C] _ _ Them from [E] my _ [D] _ _ _ cold dead hands.
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just a split of the fiction. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _