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David Bowie - We Are The Dead chords
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WE ARE THE DEAD from Diamond Dogs INTRO: Gm Bb F Gm Bb F Gm Bb F Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and Dm D Eb Bb Wondered if you saw things my way F D Gm People will hold us to blame Gm7 Eb C F It hit me today, it hit me today Gm Bb F We're taking it hard all the time Dm D Eb Bb Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind F D Gm We're fighting with the eyes of the blind Gm7 Eb C F Eb Dm Bb Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now Ab Gb F C We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly Bb Ab Gb F They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far C Bb Ab Gb For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin F C Bb Ab For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy Gb F You're just an ally of the leecher C Bb Ab Gb Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps F C And your nimble dress that trails Bb Ab Gb F Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails C Bb Ab Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said Gb D C D C We are the dead [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/d/david-bowie/256964.html ] Gm Bb F One thing kind of touched me today Dm D Eb Bb I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid F D Gm Pressing our love through the night Gm7 Eb C F Knowing it's right, knowing it's right Gm Bb F Now I'm hoping some one will care Dm D Eb Bb Living on the breath of a hope to be shared F D Gm Trusting on the sons of our love Gm7 Eb C F Eb Dm Bb That someone will care, someone will care, but now Ab Gb F C We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature Bb Ab Gb F Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell C Bb Ab Gb It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell F C And the streets are full of press men Bb Ab Bent on getting hung and buried Gb F C Bb And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt Ab Gb Who sucks you while you're sleeping F C It's the theater of financiers Bb Ab Count them, fifty round a table Gb F White and dressed to kill C Bb Oh caress yourself, my juicy Ab Gb For my hands have all but withered F C Bb Ab Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs Gb F Because of all we've seen C Bb Because of all we've said D C D We are the dead C D C D We are the dead C D C D C We are the dead OUTRO: Gm Bb F  |