Chords for Self Destructive Zones
Tempo:
121.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
It was 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting [G] off their hair.
The radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home.
[G] Dead, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to bitch about [C] the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] At [A] [G]
night the practice room caught fire, there were rumors [C] of a dragon and it's drapery [G] muscle shows.
The stoner tries to save an [D] apple fire and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told.
[D] When the dream and the man and the girl's hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's [G] coming true.
It's easier to let it [D] all die, a fairy tale, [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through.
[D]
[G]
[D]
[C] [G]
Hippies wrote a wave, [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't [G] even push you.
Caught between a [D] generation dying from it's habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new.
[D] Bill the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, [C] hanging full of pointy, ugly, [G] cheap guitars.
And the youngins all turned [D] to karaoke, hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
My granddaddy's [D] shotgun's locked in a closet [C] and he never shot a thing [G] that could have lived.
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough [G] to vote for him.
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the bones.
[D]
Dead, fat, or rich, nobody's left to bitch [C] about the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
It was 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting [G] off their hair.
The radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home.
[G] Dead, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to bitch about [C] the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] At [A] [G]
night the practice room caught fire, there were rumors [C] of a dragon and it's drapery [G] muscle shows.
The stoner tries to save an [D] apple fire and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told.
[D] When the dream and the man and the girl's hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's [G] coming true.
It's easier to let it [D] all die, a fairy tale, [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through.
[D]
[G]
[D]
[C] [G]
Hippies wrote a wave, [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't [G] even push you.
Caught between a [D] generation dying from it's habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new.
[D] Bill the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, [C] hanging full of pointy, ugly, [G] cheap guitars.
And the youngins all turned [D] to karaoke, hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
My granddaddy's [D] shotgun's locked in a closet [C] and he never shot a thing [G] that could have lived.
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough [G] to vote for him.
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the bones.
[D]
Dead, fat, or rich, nobody's left to bitch [C] about the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C]
Key:
G
C
D
A
G
C
D
A
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
It was 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting [G] off their hair. _
The radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home. _
[G] Dead, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to bitch about [C] the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] At _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
night the practice room caught fire, there were rumors [C] of a dragon and it's drapery [G] muscle shows. _
The stoner tries to save an [D] apple fire and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told. _
[D] When the dream and the man and the girl's hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's [G] coming true. _
It's easier to let it [D] all die, a fairy tale, [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Hippies wrote a wave, [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't [G] even push you. _ _
Caught between a [D] generation dying from it's habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new. _
[D] Bill the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, [C] hanging full of pointy, ugly, [G] cheap guitars.
And the youngins all turned [D] to karaoke, hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars. _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
My granddaddy's [D] shotgun's locked in a closet [C] and he never shot a thing [G] that could have lived. _
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough [G] to vote for him. _
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the bones.
[D] _
Dead, fat, or rich, nobody's left to bitch [C] about the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones. _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
It was 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting [G] off their hair. _
The radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home. _
[G] Dead, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to bitch about [C] the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] At _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
night the practice room caught fire, there were rumors [C] of a dragon and it's drapery [G] muscle shows. _
The stoner tries to save an [D] apple fire and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told. _
[D] When the dream and the man and the girl's hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's [G] coming true. _
It's easier to let it [D] all die, a fairy tale, [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Hippies wrote a wave, [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't [G] even push you. _ _
Caught between a [D] generation dying from it's habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new. _
[D] Bill the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, [C] hanging full of pointy, ugly, [G] cheap guitars.
And the youngins all turned [D] to karaoke, hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars. _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
My granddaddy's [D] shotgun's locked in a closet [C] and he never shot a thing [G] that could have lived. _
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough [G] to vote for him. _
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the bones.
[D] _
Dead, fat, or rich, nobody's left to bitch [C] about the goings on in self [G]-destructive zones. _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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