The Shins – Pariah King (Guitar)

   F#m G              A
It all spans out on a plane

Bm            A                D              E  E7
Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains

    F#m G          A
The boy before the pain

Bm                  A                  D                   E  E7
Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane

          D                  A   
It builds up, then it breaks down

G                     D
It's your perception alone

        Bm              A   
Of grey hands taking control

G                A            -
But what can you do to prove it

F#m G               A
The flat waste of a life

Bm                 A                    D               E  E7
How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife

           F#m G          A
There's an incline to the floor

Bm                A                         D               E  E7
And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door

          D                  A    
It builds up, then it breaks down

G                         D
But it's your perception alone

        Bm                  A     
Of grey hands have taken control

G                A
But what can you do to prove it

G                 A           -
Look man, there's nothing to it

Bm                          F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?

Bm                                F#m
There's something wrong and beautiful

Bm                        F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king

    G                                       A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no

          D                  A    
It builds up, then it breaks down

G                     D
It's your perception alone

          Bm             A    
With your hand over your mouth

G                  D
God forbid it gets out

         Bm                    A   
The grey hands have got you in tow

G                A
But what can you do to prove it

G                 A
Look boy, there's nothing to it

Bm                          F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?

Bm                             F#m
It's something wrong and beautiful

Bm                        F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king

    G                                       A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no