Ren (Ren Gill) – Vincents Tale - The Bedroom (Guitar)

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Am                             Em    F
Anger, have you ever felt anger with nowhere to place it?

             Am                         Em               Dm
Vincent felt cold, neglected and jaded, impotent, empathy castrated

             Am                                            Em                F
Look for the new thing, always look for the new thing, but never look inside, never look within,
N.C. Within, without, above, below, same thing, wait, it gets deeper than that, the insane thing is
Am                                    Em                           F
Sane men living in insane terrain can turn insane, brains that are kinda deranged, strange

Am
Without a factor of causе and effect,
N.C. Factually, the man's a casualty of constant nеglect, let's start at the start [Verse 2]
Am           G#m               Gm                            F#m
Vincent was born in the dark, homebirth to a mother paintin' scars in her arm

Am                                G#m                         Gm                             F#m
Track marks from the dragon, China white in her palm, Shootin' up the birth canal, Vinny fell out like yarn

       Am                            G#m
Tumbled out, himself unraveling, and that was the theme

Gm                                        F#m
Exceptionally average grades sprayed with low self-esteem

         Am                      G#m
From the fire to the fryin' pan, paintin' it green
N.C. When it's the cash that rules everything around me
               Am
Cream, get the money, funny, Vinny, he weren't ever good at hustlin'

       Em                                 F
Shitty jobs that he was dead end stuck in started a combustion

          Am                                                      Em
Nothing pulled him out of debt, the debt collectors rushin' to be strippin' him of everything

      F
Eventually, there's nothing

    Dm7
The cycle is a cycle for a psychopath on ice

    Em7
The day repeats, the days are weeks, the weeks are most your life

D#m7     Dm7
When the day's done, it's the same one

                                Em7
It's a repeat, it's a re-run, a Déjà-vu religion, a foreboding of a prison

Fmaj7
Oh Britain, great Britain, hail Britannia, rule the waves

   Am                                 Em
We started out with intentions and we ended up like slaves

Am
Drink to kill the tension, but the drinks cost your wage

Am7/E                                        Em7/B
What helps you is what kills you when you're living to decay
[Bridge]
          Am          Em        F            Am             Em               F             Am
And so it goes, Vinny starts to drink to let go, soon, he's drinking, 'cause when he don't drink

      Em       F            Am          Em          F             Dm7
Every day is a day on death row, so, we drink so we don't have to think

     Em7              Em7  D#m7  Dm7
Mercy tastes bitter sweet

                                    Em7
When the spirit that's inside of him sinks in his teeth
[Verse 3]
        Dm7
And the months turn over, May to October

Em7
More days pissed than the days he spent sober

Dm7
Skin looks older, demeanor gets colder

Em7
Sledgehammer swing to that chip on your shoulder

  Am                         Em    F
A cold, cold prison, deep in alcoholism

Am                      Em         F           Am
Forty percent proof, no juice, inhibition, get loose

                 Em                F              Am
Bad decision and taboos when we're living for the booze
N.C. Who's who, he lose himself to, one, two
Dm7
Many one, two, three shots down

Em7
Drown those sorrows up in London town

Dm7
If we in for a penny, we in for a pound

Em7
Fate comes full circle, now it's Vinny boy's round

[Outro]
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