Slipknot – Psychosocial (Ukulele)
Key
-
Versions
(6)
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
[Intro] x4
A Eb D Eb D
[Verse 1]
Eb D I did my time and I want out Eb D Eb So effusive, fade D Eb It doesn't cut this soul is not so vibrant Eb D Eb D The reckoning the sickening Eb D Packaging subversion Eb D Psuedo-sacrosanct on surgeon Eb D Go drill your deserts Eb D go dig your graves! Eb D Then fill your mouth Eb all the money you will save Eb D Eb D Sinking in getting smaller again Eb D I'm done! It has begun Eb D I'm not the only one!
[Chorus 1]
Eb Bb F Dm And the rain will kill us all Gm Bb Eb We throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But no-one else can see
- hold -
The preservation of the martyr in me
[Post Chorus]
Eb D Eb Dm Psychosocial
[Verse 2]
Eb There are cracks D in the road we lay Eb D But we're the temple fell Eb D Eb the secrets have gone mad Eb D Eb This is nothing new but D when we killed it all Eb D Eb The hate was all we had Eb D Who needs another mess Eb D we could start over Eb D Just look me in the eyes Eb and say I'm wrong! Eb D Now there's only emptiness Eb D Venomous, insipid Eb D Eb I think we're done-I'm D not the only one!
[Chorus 1]
Eb Bb F Dm And the rain will kill us all Gm Bb Eb We throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But no-one else can see
- hold -
The preservation of the martyr in me
[Pre-Chorus]
Eb D Eb Dm Psychosocial
[Solo]
Eb Bb F Dm Gm Bb
[Interlude]
A
[Bridge]
A The limits of the dead! A The limits of the dead! A The limits of the dead! A The limits of the dead!
[Verse 3]
Eb D Fake anti-facist lie - Psychosocial - Eb D I tried to tell you but - Psychosocial - Eb D Your purple hearts are Eb giving out - Psychosocial - Eb D Can't stop a killing idea - Psychosocial - Eb D If its hunting season - Psychosocial - Eb D Is this what you want? - Psychosocial - Eb D I'm not the only one!
[Chorus 2]
Eb Bb F Dm And the rain will kill us all Gm Bb Eb We throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But no-one else can see Gm Bb The preservation of the martyr in me Eb Bb F Dm And the rain will kill us all Gm Bb Eb We throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But no-one else can see The preservation of the martyr in me
[Outro]
A - palm mute and harmonics
A The limits of the dead! A The limits of the dead!