Chords for The World/Inferno Friendship Society - The Politics of Passing Out

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79.85 bpm
Chords used:

A

E

B

C#m

F#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The World/Inferno Friendship Society - The Politics of Passing Out chords
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[A]
[E] [A] [E]
It was the politics of [A] passing out, and all the things I thought [E] about,
Bound beneath the spin of when, [A] you and I might meet [E] again.
Well I made up lines, I saved up [A] quotes, I swam through schemes, I burned [E] with hope,
Waiting for the moment when, all of this might matter [B] again.
We must burn, we burn [A] joyfully, in this hope of light,
[B] On alloyed joy, [E] at least for tonight.
[A]
[E] [A]
[E] It trickles strength and [A] insistence, no more do I go around,
Kicking [E] the water I was drunk, not drunk I could fly,
[A] I never dreamt things were bad between [B] you and I.
We burn joyfully, [A] in this hope of light, [B] on alloyed joy,
At least for tonight.
So [E] take it on the chin, spit [A] it shut up and sing,
Lots of [C#m] veins in my arms, like [F#] tattoos on your [A] skin,
[E] Night upon night, like the [A] scent of cigarettes,
Like [C#m] lilacs on burnt silver, this was [F#] supposed to be [A] fun,
This was [E] supposed to be fun.
[A]
[E] [A] [E]
It was the politics of finding out, that [A] made me feel so dumb about,
[E] Going to shows that we weren't out for the moment, I [A] ended up hanging out, [B] all alone.
We burn joyfully, [A] in this hope of light, [B] on alloyed joy,
At least for [E] tonight.
So take it on the chin, spit it [A] shut up and sing,
Lots of [C#m] veins in my arms, like [F#] tattoos on your [A] skin,
[E] Night upon night, like the [A] scent of cigarettes,
Like [C#m] lilacs on burnt silver, this was supposed [F#] to be fun,
[A] No [E] matter the blow, we're like little [A] Swiss cigarettes,
What's [C#m] got into my arms, like a hit [F#] to the [A] skin,
[E] Night upon night, like the [A] scent of cigarettes,
Like the [C#m] rustle of the gun, we're not supposed [F#m] to be fake guns,
[A] That was your [E] old song, John.
[A] [E]
[A]
[E] [A] [E]
[A]
[B] We burn [A] joyfully, in this hope of light, [B] on alloyed joy,
[A] At least [B] for tonight.
Or maybe [E] just tonight.
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A
1231
E
2311
B
12341112
C#m
13421114
F#
134211112
A
1231
E
2311
B
12341112
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E]
It was the politics of [A] passing out, and all the things I thought [E] about,
Bound beneath the spin of when, [A] you and I might meet [E] again.
Well I made up lines, I saved up [A] quotes, I swam through schemes, I burned [E] with hope,
Waiting for the moment when, all of this might matter [B] again.
We must burn, we burn [A] joyfully, in this hope of light,
[B] On alloyed joy, [E] at least for tonight.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] It trickles strength and [A] insistence, no more do I go around,
Kicking [E] the water I was drunk, not drunk I could fly,
[A] I never dreamt things were bad between [B] you and I.
We burn joyfully, [A] in this hope of light, [B] on alloyed joy,
At least for tonight.
So [E] take it on the chin, spit [A] it shut up and sing,
Lots of [C#m] veins in my arms, like [F#] tattoos on your [A] skin,
[E] Night upon night, like the [A] scent of cigarettes,
Like [C#m] lilacs on burnt silver, this was [F#] supposed to be [A] fun,
This was [E] supposed to be fun.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E]
It was the politics of finding out, that [A] made me feel so dumb about,
[E] Going to shows that we weren't out for the moment, I [A] ended up hanging out, [B] all alone.
We burn joyfully, [A] in this hope of light, [B] on alloyed joy,
At least for [E] tonight.
So take it on the chin, spit it [A] shut up and sing,
Lots of [C#m] veins in my arms, like [F#] tattoos on your [A] skin,
[E] Night upon night, like the [A] scent of cigarettes,
Like [C#m] lilacs on burnt silver, this was supposed [F#] to be fun,
[A] No [E] matter the blow, _ we're like little [A] Swiss cigarettes,
What's [C#m] got into my arms, like a hit [F#] to the [A] skin,
[E] Night upon night, like the [A] scent of cigarettes,
Like the [C#m] rustle of the gun, we're not supposed [F#m] to be fake guns,
[A] That was your [E] old song, John.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[B] We burn _ _ [A] joyfully, in this hope of light, [B] on alloyed joy,
[A] At least [B] for tonight.
Or maybe [E] just tonight. _ _ _ _ _