Chords for Spoils of the Spoiled - The New Amsterdams
Tempo:
104.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#
D#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[G#m] [G#]
[C#] There was [F#] honor among the [D#m] thieves, [G#] the only truth I could believe.
When [F#] the lies [D#] applied to [D#m] me and [C#] mine, the [F#] batter laughed [C#] unsaid.
We could [F#] ride the head [D#m] parade [F#] outside the [G#] masquerade.
[F#] The headache [C#] comes in [B] tidal [G#] waves.
The spoils of the spoiled, the spoils [C#] of the [F#] spoon.
The [G#m] [G#]
[C#]
[F#] lines of [B] history [C#]
[B] became [F#] the [G#] scenery,
[F#] strictly [C#] an [B] [C#] accessory, [F#] an image to [C#] uphold.
But [F#] it's all in fun [D#m] and sin, [F#]
until someone [G#] calls it in.
The
[F#] cycle comes [D#m] around [C#] again, [F#] but I'm older now, [D#m] and [F#] don't you know,
I figured out [D#m] the [C#] antidote.
[F#] It overwhelms [D#m] engulfed in [F#] smoke.
[B] It's all we can [C#] decode.
[F#] Goddamn, these idle hands, as hindsight [D#m] can,
our hopes [F#] and plans are
[F#] unfulfilled.
It's [G#] over, it's over, oh, I, [C#]
[F#] there's a proper place and time.
[B] Look the bags under [G#] your eyes.
They [F#] don't lie, they don't lie, [G#m] they don't lie.
[C#] [F#]
[C#] There was [F#] honor among the [D#m] thieves, [G#] the only truth I could believe.
When [F#] the lies [D#] applied to [D#m] me and [C#] mine, the [F#] batter laughed [C#] unsaid.
We could [F#] ride the head [D#m] parade [F#] outside the [G#] masquerade.
[F#] The headache [C#] comes in [B] tidal [G#] waves.
The spoils of the spoiled, the spoils [C#] of the [F#] spoon.
The [G#m] [G#]
[C#]
[F#] lines of [B] history [C#]
[B] became [F#] the [G#] scenery,
[F#] strictly [C#] an [B] [C#] accessory, [F#] an image to [C#] uphold.
But [F#] it's all in fun [D#m] and sin, [F#]
until someone [G#] calls it in.
The
[F#] cycle comes [D#m] around [C#] again, [F#] but I'm older now, [D#m] and [F#] don't you know,
I figured out [D#m] the [C#] antidote.
[F#] It overwhelms [D#m] engulfed in [F#] smoke.
[B] It's all we can [C#] decode.
[F#] Goddamn, these idle hands, as hindsight [D#m] can,
our hopes [F#] and plans are
[F#] unfulfilled.
It's [G#] over, it's over, oh, I, [C#]
[F#] there's a proper place and time.
[B] Look the bags under [G#] your eyes.
They [F#] don't lie, they don't lie, [G#m] they don't lie.
[C#] [F#]
Key:
F#
C#
G#
D#m
B
F#
C#
G#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ There was [F#] honor among the [D#m] thieves, [G#] the only truth I could believe.
_ When [F#] the lies [D#] applied to [D#m] me and [C#] mine, the [F#] batter laughed [C#] unsaid.
_ We could [F#] ride the head [D#m] parade _ _ [F#] outside the [G#] masquerade.
_ _ [F#] The headache [C#] comes in [B] tidal [G#] waves.
The spoils of the spoiled, _ the spoils [C#] of the [F#] spoon.
The _ [G#m] _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[F#] lines of [B] history _ [C#] _
[B] became [F#] the [G#] scenery, _ _ _
[F#] strictly [C#] an [B] _ [C#] accessory, [F#] an image to [C#] uphold.
_ But [F#] it's all in fun [D#m] and sin, _ [F#] _
until someone [G#] calls it in.
The _
[F#] cycle comes [D#m] around [C#] again, [F#] but I'm older now, [D#m] and [F#] don't you know,
I figured out [D#m] the _ [C#] antidote.
[F#] It _ overwhelms [D#m] engulfed in [F#] smoke.
[B] It's all we can [C#] decode. _ _
[F#] Goddamn, these idle hands, as hindsight [D#m] can,
our hopes [F#] and plans are _
[F#] unfulfilled.
It's [G#] over, it's over, oh, I, _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[F#] there's a proper place and time. _
[B] Look the bags under [G#] your eyes.
They [F#] don't lie, they don't lie, [G#m] they don't lie.
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ There was [F#] honor among the [D#m] thieves, [G#] the only truth I could believe.
_ When [F#] the lies [D#] applied to [D#m] me and [C#] mine, the [F#] batter laughed [C#] unsaid.
_ We could [F#] ride the head [D#m] parade _ _ [F#] outside the [G#] masquerade.
_ _ [F#] The headache [C#] comes in [B] tidal [G#] waves.
The spoils of the spoiled, _ the spoils [C#] of the [F#] spoon.
The _ [G#m] _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[F#] lines of [B] history _ [C#] _
[B] became [F#] the [G#] scenery, _ _ _
[F#] strictly [C#] an [B] _ [C#] accessory, [F#] an image to [C#] uphold.
_ But [F#] it's all in fun [D#m] and sin, _ [F#] _
until someone [G#] calls it in.
The _
[F#] cycle comes [D#m] around [C#] again, [F#] but I'm older now, [D#m] and [F#] don't you know,
I figured out [D#m] the _ [C#] antidote.
[F#] It _ overwhelms [D#m] engulfed in [F#] smoke.
[B] It's all we can [C#] decode. _ _
[F#] Goddamn, these idle hands, as hindsight [D#m] can,
our hopes [F#] and plans are _
[F#] unfulfilled.
It's [G#] over, it's over, oh, I, _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[F#] there's a proper place and time. _
[B] Look the bags under [G#] your eyes.
They [F#] don't lie, they don't lie, [G#m] they don't lie.
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _