Chords for status quo frozen hero quid pro quo
Tempo:
80.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
F
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [G] [B]
[Am]
[A] Another night, another night, another [G] night for the midnight [A] zero.
Another night, another night, another [G] night for the frozen [A] hero.
He's getting tight, he's getting tight, he's getting [G] tight for the [A] misfit no-no.
He's got a life, give me a lucky life, he's got [G] a life for the midnight [A] pro-no.
Another night down in [G] the hall with [F] all the weirdos.
[A] Another day, day [G] in the life [D] of a hero.
[C] But my heart's a [Em]-begging for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this [Em] living, they call this [F] my hero.
[C] They say it's well done for me but it does not [F] feed the soul. The soul.
[G] [Am]
I [A] get a fright, I get a fright, and every [G] hour is a nightmare [A] daydream.
I gotta hide, I gotta hide, I gotta [G] hide in the few and [A] smoke screen.
It isn't right, it ain't right, it isn't [G] right and it's [A] all in my face.
Another fight, another bloody fight, another [G] fight, it's an urban [A] black race.
Another day too, stuck in [G] the queue here at [F] the station.
What [A] would you do if I [G] could change the [D] situation?
[C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for a [F] minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
They [C] say it's well done [Em] for me but it does not [F] feed the soul.
My [G] soul.
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[G] [A] Another night, it isn't right, another [G] night for a big fancy [A] boat.
It's getting tight, oh, who's right?
It's getting [G] tight for the misfit, [A] no, no.
You got a life, give me a life, you got a [G] life for the [A] big fat hobo.
Another night, another [G] night for the golden [A] hero.
[G] With [F] all the weirdos, [A] to the day, [G] change the life [D] of a hero.
[C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
[C] They say it's well done [Em] for me but it just don't [F] feed the soul.
My soul.
[G] [Gm] [Am]
[Am] [G] [B]
[Am]
[A] Another night, another night, another [G] night for the midnight [A] zero.
Another night, another night, another [G] night for the frozen [A] hero.
He's getting tight, he's getting tight, he's getting [G] tight for the [A] misfit no-no.
He's got a life, give me a lucky life, he's got [G] a life for the midnight [A] pro-no.
Another night down in [G] the hall with [F] all the weirdos.
[A] Another day, day [G] in the life [D] of a hero.
[C] But my heart's a [Em]-begging for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this [Em] living, they call this [F] my hero.
[C] They say it's well done for me but it does not [F] feed the soul. The soul.
[G] [Am]
I [A] get a fright, I get a fright, and every [G] hour is a nightmare [A] daydream.
I gotta hide, I gotta hide, I gotta [G] hide in the few and [A] smoke screen.
It isn't right, it ain't right, it isn't [G] right and it's [A] all in my face.
Another fight, another bloody fight, another [G] fight, it's an urban [A] black race.
Another day too, stuck in [G] the queue here at [F] the station.
What [A] would you do if I [G] could change the [D] situation?
[C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for a [F] minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
They [C] say it's well done [Em] for me but it does not [F] feed the soul.
My [G] soul.
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[G] [A] Another night, it isn't right, another [G] night for a big fancy [A] boat.
It's getting tight, oh, who's right?
It's getting [G] tight for the misfit, [A] no, no.
You got a life, give me a life, you got a [G] life for the [A] big fat hobo.
Another night, another [G] night for the golden [A] hero.
[G] With [F] all the weirdos, [A] to the day, [G] change the life [D] of a hero.
[C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
[C] They say it's well done [Em] for me but it just don't [F] feed the soul.
My soul.
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_ _ [A] _ _ Another night, another night, another [G] night for the midnight [A] zero.
Another night, another night, another [G] night for the frozen [A] hero.
He's getting tight, he's getting tight, he's getting [G] tight for the [A] misfit no-no.
He's got a life, give me a lucky life, he's got [G] a life for the midnight [A] pro-no.
Another night down in [G] the hall with [F] all the weirdos.
_ [A] Another day, day [G] in the life [D] of a hero.
_ [C] But my heart's a [Em]-begging for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this [Em] living, they call this [F] my hero.
_ [C] They say it's well done for me but it does not [F] feed the soul. The soul. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ I [A] get a fright, I get a fright, and every [G] hour is a nightmare [A] daydream.
I gotta hide, I gotta hide, I gotta [G] hide in the few and [A] smoke screen.
It isn't right, it ain't right, it isn't [G] right and it's [A] all in my face.
Another fight, another bloody fight, another [G] fight, it's an urban [A] black race.
Another day too, stuck in [G] the queue here at [F] the station.
What [A] would you do if I [G] could change the [D] situation?
_ [C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for a [F] minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
They [C] say it's well done [Em] for me but it does not [F] feed the soul.
My [G] soul.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] Another night, it isn't right, another [G] night for a big fancy [A] boat.
It's getting tight, oh, who's right?
It's getting [G] tight for the misfit, [A] no, no.
You got a life, give me a life, you got a [G] life for the [A] big fat hobo.
Another _ night, another [G] night for the golden [A] hero. _ _ _
[G] With [F] all the weirdos, [A] to the day, [G] change the life [D] of a hero.
_ [C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
_ [C] They say it's well done [Em] for me but it just don't [F] feed the soul.
My soul.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ Another night, another night, another [G] night for the midnight [A] zero.
Another night, another night, another [G] night for the frozen [A] hero.
He's getting tight, he's getting tight, he's getting [G] tight for the [A] misfit no-no.
He's got a life, give me a lucky life, he's got [G] a life for the midnight [A] pro-no.
Another night down in [G] the hall with [F] all the weirdos.
_ [A] Another day, day [G] in the life [D] of a hero.
_ [C] But my heart's a [Em]-begging for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this [Em] living, they call this [F] my hero.
_ [C] They say it's well done for me but it does not [F] feed the soul. The soul. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I [A] get a fright, I get a fright, and every [G] hour is a nightmare [A] daydream.
I gotta hide, I gotta hide, I gotta [G] hide in the few and [A] smoke screen.
It isn't right, it ain't right, it isn't [G] right and it's [A] all in my face.
Another fight, another bloody fight, another [G] fight, it's an urban [A] black race.
Another day too, stuck in [G] the queue here at [F] the station.
What [A] would you do if I [G] could change the [D] situation?
_ [C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for a [F] minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
They [C] say it's well done [Em] for me but it does not [F] feed the soul.
My [G] soul.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] Another night, it isn't right, another [G] night for a big fancy [A] boat.
It's getting tight, oh, who's right?
It's getting [G] tight for the misfit, [A] no, no.
You got a life, give me a life, you got a [G] life for the [A] big fat hobo.
Another _ night, another [G] night for the golden [A] hero. _ _ _
[G] With [F] all the weirdos, [A] to the day, [G] change the life [D] of a hero.
_ [C] But we're all there begging [Em] for my down here for [F] a minute of hope.
[C] They call this living, they call this my [F] hero.
_ [C] They say it's well done [Em] for me but it just don't [F] feed the soul.
My soul.
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