Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Em
D
I threw a dart with a diary of my past
C
into my heart and my eyes got pinned
from the rays of the sun
Bbm
Em
of a gun in my heart and I felt
the sweat run through my hair
C
like blood from a long gone wound
Em
but you know I don't care
D
and I got a tattoo of a
peacock
Em
it should have been a picture of you
C
or faces of wannabe whores
Em
in a rehabilitation center of stars
D
and I dreamt of dreams all yesterday
Em
and I bought a gallow of
C
memories
I'm from a liquor store,
Em
and special offer to take it
all away.
C
The bargain binge of the wounded.
D
Em
C
I wanna be a drunk,
Em
but I'm just not good enough,
C
an d I just sleep in a dark,
D
spray -painted room.
C
Some people try so hard to sin,
Bbm
fuck themselves up and then give in.
D
C
The price of style is always too much.
I feel so thin
C
that I could, like,
Em
pull my veins out like ripcords,
and my skin would be a parachute
C
for all the crazy people around me
C#m
to land insanity in.
D
C
Or , well, one or two would
die, break a leg,
get an arm stuck in a tree,
D
C
or just miss.
Bbm
I'm a pocket heart.
C
D
I avoid all the laws
C
and the taxes of this world.
I live in a caravan with no wheels
but freshly painted elevators,
D
where I got caught with my hand
up blues dress
C
by already painted sex yuppies,
E
C
D
fueled and fooled by expens
ive cheap red wine
for an overpriced
C
watering hole on Melrose.
D
C
But now I'm in apartment number 520
D
with a sharp sign before it
as my American wife writes it.
I drink vodka, crown apple and orange,
C
and my insides have a party,
there's an orchestra
playing in my heart,
hmm, but there's a blues band in my head,
and all the drinks are free to them.
C
I wish I could get in,
but my name's not on the guest list
and I'm banned anyway.
So I read Mr. Bukowski,
D
C
whose thoughts and body are older than mine,
yeah, so,
D
C
but it makes me feel fine anyway.
Em
So I light another Marlboro
C
D
from my silver Luger lighter,
C
D
and I use fuel as an ashtray.
Set my drink, plan my next line,
scare the maids till the end of time.
Today I'll shoot thoughts
Em
of this target of insanity.
C
C
Maybe I'm putting my body
into the pit of lust
and just taste the lipstick
on borrowed cigarettes.
I can still remember
the reflection of her body.
D
It dances through my eye
s.
I'll love this girl with a passion for insanity,
grain and crime.
I'll love this girl
way past the end of our time.
The end, fin, there is no more.
As-tu aimé la chanson ?
AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsEm D C Bbm C#m...
Plus de chansons de The Dogs D'Amour
Découvrez des accords pour jouer plus de chansons
Chansons associées
Découvrez des accords pour jouer plus de chansons
4.8
Accords populaires dans le monde entier
Accords et tablatures les plus joués par tous les utilisateurs