Flogging Molly – Another Bag Of Bricks (Guitar)

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Tabbed by: http://www.andreasvockrodt.de [Intro] D [Verse]
D
T`was in the early evenin` near the presence of the moon

    D
You told me you would meet me here well now is not too soon

     G
This dagger twisting in my back

      D
Tells me I never should

     G
Have trusted everything to fall

     F         A
From beggar to fool

  D
I see your face like every race a serpent with two arms

  D
Devouring me while rains the sun with dreams in foreign lands

     G
This cold dark tormented hell

   D
Is all I`ll ever know

   G
So when you get to heaven

        F            A    D
May the devil be the judge
[Chorus]
      G             D
With another bag of bricks
[Verse 2]
D
I scratch your name across these walls and with my blood turns red

     D
Then drips upon my killing floor where I now call my bed

   G
No precious light to harbor

        D
Like so many here before

     G                               F                   A   D
With every drop of life you take now breathes a thousand more
[Chorus 2]
      G             D
With another bag of bricks
[Bridge]
A
Temper filled with blindness leads this lost and lonely man

A
Dragged around your whipping tree a scourge you can`t command

   D
So deafen me with silence drown me with your roar

D
Scowl me with your hollow eyes still burnin` to the core

   A                              D
No door will go unanswerd like so many closed before

   A
No vagabond to knock upon

     D
This tired and beatin` war

     G
When all return to exile

D
Free from all once bound

  G
Decline and brawl old parasites

    F                 A     D
The truth will yet be found
[Chorus 3]
      G             D
With another bag of bricks

      G             D
With another bag of bricks

      G             D
With another bag of bricks
[Interlude] G D F Em A D [Verse 3]
D
This cold dark tormented hell is all I`ll ever know

   D
So when you get to heaven may the devil be your judge
[Bridge 2]
A
Temper filled with blindness leads this lost and lonely man

A
Dragged around your whipping tree a scourge you can`t command

   D
So deafen me with silence drown me with your roar

D
Scowl me with your hollow eyes still burnin` to the core

   A                              D
No door will go unanswerd like so many closed before

   A
No vagabond to knock upon

     D
This tired and beatin` war

     G
When all return to exile

D
Free from all once bound

  G
Decline and brawl old parasites

    F                 A     D
The truth will yet be found
[Chorus 4]
      G             D
With another bag of bricks

      G             D
With another bag of bricks

      G             D
With another bag of bricks

      G             D      G D G D G D
With another bag of bricks