David Bowie – We Are The Dead (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
Gm Bb/F F
Gm Bb/F F
[Verse 1]
Gm Bb/F F Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and Dm D Eb Bb/D Wondered if you saw things my way F D7/F# Gm People will hold us to blame Bb/F Eb C7/E F It hit me today, it hit me today
[Verse 2]
Gm Bb/F F We're taking it hard all the time Dm D Eb Bb/D Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind F D7/F# Gm We're fighting with the eyes of the blind Bb/F Eb C7/E F F/Eb Dm7 Bb Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now
[Chorus]
Ab Gb6 F Cm We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly Eb/Bb Ab Gb6 F They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far Cm Eb/Bb Ab Gb6 For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin F Cm Eb/Bb Ab For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy Gb6 F You're just an ally of the leecher Cm Eb/Bb Ab Gb6 Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps F Cm And your nimble dress that trails Eb/Bb Ab Gb6 F Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails Cm Bb Ab Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said Gb6 D C/E D C/E We are the dead
[Verse 3]
Gm Bb/F F One thing kind of touched me today Dm D Eb Bb/D I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid F D7/F# Gm Pressing our love through the night Bb/F Eb C7/E F Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
[Verse 4]
Gm Bb/F F Now I'm hoping some one will care Dm D Eb Bb/D Living on the breath of a hope to be shared F D7/F# Gm Trusting on the sons of our love Bb/F Eb C7/E F F/Eb Dm7 Bb That someone will care, someone will care, but now
[Chorus]
Ab Gb6 F Cm We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature Eb/Bb Ab Gb6 F Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell Cm Bb Ab Gb6 It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell F Cm And the streets are full of press men Bb Ab Bent on getting hung and buried Gb6 F Cm Bb And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt Ab Gb6 Who sucks you while you're sleeping F Cm It's the theater of financiers Bb Ab Count them, fifty round a table Gb6 F White and dressed to kill Cm Bb Oh caress yourself, my juicy Ab Gb6 For my hands have all but withered F Cm Bb Ab Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs Gb6 F Because of all we've seen Cm Bb Because of all we've said D C/E D We are the dead C/E D C/E D We are the dead C/E D C/E D C/E We are the dead
[Outro]
Gm Bb/F F