Chords for Ren - Screech's Tale (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
144.55 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
B
F#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [Am] [F#m] [D] [C]
[G] [Am]
[Em] [G] [F#m] [G]
[A] [C]
[G] [B] [F#]
[B] [E] [Bm]
[N]
[Em] [D]
[G] [Am]
[Em]
[B] [Em]
[B] [Em]
[E]
[Em] Our story, it starts [A] right at the [C] end.
At the life of poor Jenny, [B] clocked out like Big Ben.
[Em] This screech, dear boy, [A] where did he go?
[C] He melted into the [B] black night just like snow.
[E]
[F#] Patrick, man, let me [G] in, please open [F#] the door.
I [E] think I fucked up, Patrick, really [Gm] fucked up, man, I'm [F#] not sure.
[E] I go crazy, left this lady [G] lying still [F#] on the floor.
I [A] think I killed her, Patrick, come [B] on, man, I can't knock no more.
[Em] But Screech kept on knocking [G] till his knuckles [E] became sore.
[Em] But there's no sign of [G] Patrick down at number [Em] 54.
No refuge [G] for our villain, for the bitter [Em] hands of fate.
If something far more sinister [B] in mind does away.
[Em]
[N]
Hey, babe, are you in?
No, nothing really, I'm just a bit tired, listen.
Can I swing around yours for a few moments?
I just really miss you, babe.
What the fuck do you mean you're busy?
You fucking bitch, for fuck's sakes.
[D#] [Em]
Siren sounds approaching like a banshee in the night.
The shrill [G] cry of justice cutting like the [Em] sharpest knife.
But Screech was never one to [Bm] run, not one to miss a fight.
[Em] One hand upon his blade, he [B] turned to face the blue [Em] lights.
Come on, then, you fucking [G] cunts, let's fucking have you then.
[Em] I am Screech, I'm the boss, [G] I'm the ender of men.
[Em] You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets?
These are my fucking streets and they call me fucking Screech.
Richard was an [G] officer who stood at [F#] his foot three.
[Em] Working London on the night [G] shift, what he didn't [F#] think he'd see.
[Em] Was a boy running at [G] him like an animal [F#] possessed.
[B] With no time to hesitate, [E] he fired four bullets at Screech's chest.
[N]
[Em]
Our story, it [A] ends right at the start.
[C] Young Screech and [F] poor Jenny [B] lying one street apart.
[Em] An officer [A] shaken by the boy that he claimed.
[C] Two bodies lay lifeless [B] and it's such a shame.
[N] It's such a shame.
[Em]
[N]
[G] [Am]
[Em] [G] [F#m] [G]
[A] [C]
[G] [B] [F#]
[B] [E] [Bm]
[N]
[Em] [D]
[G] [Am]
[Em]
[B] [Em]
[B] [Em]
[E]
[Em] Our story, it starts [A] right at the [C] end.
At the life of poor Jenny, [B] clocked out like Big Ben.
[Em] This screech, dear boy, [A] where did he go?
[C] He melted into the [B] black night just like snow.
[E]
[F#] Patrick, man, let me [G] in, please open [F#] the door.
I [E] think I fucked up, Patrick, really [Gm] fucked up, man, I'm [F#] not sure.
[E] I go crazy, left this lady [G] lying still [F#] on the floor.
I [A] think I killed her, Patrick, come [B] on, man, I can't knock no more.
[Em] But Screech kept on knocking [G] till his knuckles [E] became sore.
[Em] But there's no sign of [G] Patrick down at number [Em] 54.
No refuge [G] for our villain, for the bitter [Em] hands of fate.
If something far more sinister [B] in mind does away.
[Em]
[N]
Hey, babe, are you in?
No, nothing really, I'm just a bit tired, listen.
Can I swing around yours for a few moments?
I just really miss you, babe.
What the fuck do you mean you're busy?
You fucking bitch, for fuck's sakes.
[D#] [Em]
Siren sounds approaching like a banshee in the night.
The shrill [G] cry of justice cutting like the [Em] sharpest knife.
But Screech was never one to [Bm] run, not one to miss a fight.
[Em] One hand upon his blade, he [B] turned to face the blue [Em] lights.
Come on, then, you fucking [G] cunts, let's fucking have you then.
[Em] I am Screech, I'm the boss, [G] I'm the ender of men.
[Em] You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets?
These are my fucking streets and they call me fucking Screech.
Richard was an [G] officer who stood at [F#] his foot three.
[Em] Working London on the night [G] shift, what he didn't [F#] think he'd see.
[Em] Was a boy running at [G] him like an animal [F#] possessed.
[B] With no time to hesitate, [E] he fired four bullets at Screech's chest.
[N]
[Em]
Our story, it [A] ends right at the start.
[C] Young Screech and [F] poor Jenny [B] lying one street apart.
[Em] An officer [A] shaken by the boy that he claimed.
[C] Two bodies lay lifeless [B] and it's such a shame.
[N] It's such a shame.
[Em]
[N]
Key:
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B
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_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [F#m] _ [D] _ [C] _
[G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Em] Our story, it _ starts [A] _ right at the _ [C] end.
At the life of poor Jenny, [B] clocked out like Big Ben.
[Em] _ _ This screech, dear boy, [A] _ where did he go?
_ [C] _ _ _ He melted into the [B] black night just _ _ like snow. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#] Patrick, man, let me [G] in, please open [F#] the door.
I [E] think I fucked up, Patrick, really [Gm] fucked up, man, I'm [F#] not sure.
[E] I go crazy, left this lady [G] lying still [F#] on the floor.
I [A] think I killed her, Patrick, come [B] on, man, I can't knock no more.
[Em] But Screech kept on knocking [G] till his knuckles [E] became sore.
[Em] But there's no sign of [G] Patrick down at number [Em] 54.
No refuge [G] for our villain, for the bitter [Em] hands of fate.
If something far more sinister [B] in mind does away. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hey, babe, are you in?
No, nothing really, I'm just a bit tired, listen.
Can I swing around yours for a few moments?
I just really miss you, babe. _
What the fuck do you mean you're busy?
You fucking bitch, for fuck's sakes. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Siren sounds approaching like a banshee in the night.
The shrill [G] cry of justice cutting like the [Em] sharpest knife.
But Screech was never one to [Bm] run, not one to miss a fight.
[Em] One hand upon his blade, he [B] turned to face the blue [Em] lights.
Come on, then, you fucking [G] cunts, let's fucking have you then.
[Em] I am Screech, I'm the boss, [G] I'm the ender of men.
[Em] You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets?
These are my fucking streets and they call me fucking Screech.
Richard was an [G] officer who stood at [F#] his foot three.
[Em] Working London on the night [G] shift, what he didn't [F#] think he'd see.
[Em] Was a boy running at [G] him like an animal [F#] possessed.
[B] With no time to hesitate, [E] he fired four bullets at Screech's chest.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
Our _ story, it [A] ends _ right at the start.
[C] Young Screech and [F] poor Jenny _ [B] lying one street apart.
_ [Em] An officer _ [A] shaken by the boy that he _ claimed.
[C] Two bodies lay _ lifeless [B] and it's such a _ shame.
_ [N] _ It's such a shame. _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Em] Our story, it _ starts [A] _ right at the _ [C] end.
At the life of poor Jenny, [B] clocked out like Big Ben.
[Em] _ _ This screech, dear boy, [A] _ where did he go?
_ [C] _ _ _ He melted into the [B] black night just _ _ like snow. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#] Patrick, man, let me [G] in, please open [F#] the door.
I [E] think I fucked up, Patrick, really [Gm] fucked up, man, I'm [F#] not sure.
[E] I go crazy, left this lady [G] lying still [F#] on the floor.
I [A] think I killed her, Patrick, come [B] on, man, I can't knock no more.
[Em] But Screech kept on knocking [G] till his knuckles [E] became sore.
[Em] But there's no sign of [G] Patrick down at number [Em] 54.
No refuge [G] for our villain, for the bitter [Em] hands of fate.
If something far more sinister [B] in mind does away. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hey, babe, are you in?
No, nothing really, I'm just a bit tired, listen.
Can I swing around yours for a few moments?
I just really miss you, babe. _
What the fuck do you mean you're busy?
You fucking bitch, for fuck's sakes. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Siren sounds approaching like a banshee in the night.
The shrill [G] cry of justice cutting like the [Em] sharpest knife.
But Screech was never one to [Bm] run, not one to miss a fight.
[Em] One hand upon his blade, he [B] turned to face the blue [Em] lights.
Come on, then, you fucking [G] cunts, let's fucking have you then.
[Em] I am Screech, I'm the boss, [G] I'm the ender of men.
[Em] You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets?
These are my fucking streets and they call me fucking Screech.
Richard was an [G] officer who stood at [F#] his foot three.
[Em] Working London on the night [G] shift, what he didn't [F#] think he'd see.
[Em] Was a boy running at [G] him like an animal [F#] possessed.
[B] With no time to hesitate, [E] he fired four bullets at Screech's chest.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
Our _ story, it [A] ends _ right at the start.
[C] Young Screech and [F] poor Jenny _ [B] lying one street apart.
_ [Em] An officer _ [A] shaken by the boy that he _ claimed.
[C] Two bodies lay _ lifeless [B] and it's such a _ shame.
_ [N] _ It's such a shame. _ _ _
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