verse 1
A A6 A D D6 D
it’s so easy to laugh at yourself
A A6 A D D6 D
and all those jokes have already been written
A A6 A D D6 D
seems like another vain attempt
A A6 A D D6 D
to let yourself fall out of the oven
chorus
E E9 E
holy mountains
D9
they look so tired
E E9 E D A
and it’s a perfect day to lock yourself inside
verse 2
A A6 A D D6 D
who you foolin’ if the fools are right
A A6 A D D6 D
it’s the same thing but it’s almost as different
A A6 A D D6 D
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
A A6 A D D6 D
leaves you stranded with a broken engine
chorus
E E9 E
lazy desert
D9
looks so mangled
E E9 E D A
let me drown in a convalescent bliss
bridge
E
G Bm D A
get up from your bed of rest
G Bm D A
been a long time since you’ve lived
F# G
but the static in your mind
A F#
leaves you hollow and unkind
G D A
with a shock electric wave turns you on .
verse 3
A A6 A D D6 D
you’ve been flunked out of the devils house
A A6 A D D6 D
delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
A A6 A D D6 D
some distortion that’s never been known
A A6 A D D6 D
on the treadmill you’ll be runnin’ forever
chorus
E E9 E
holy mountains
D9
they look so tired
E E9 E D A
and it’s a perfect day to lock yourself inside
A E
begone
A E
begone
A G# G F# F A
* diamond bullocks *
intro
D# C# B A G F E
verse 1
B
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G#
offices and fountains that they named for you
B
dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
G#
hari – karis spinnin’ round the golden looms
verse 2
B
girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
G#
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
bridge i
B A G E
B A E G D F
C B
n . C .
hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile revery
bridge ii
a tearful gaze turns away
eroding cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
verse 3
B
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G#
offices and fountains that they named for you
B
so ungrateful to the who’s and what’s – his – face
G#
terrorist confections look so out of place
outro
E
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
( B A E G ) x4
verse 1
A A6 A D D6 D
it’s so easy to laugh at yourself
A A6 A D D6 D
and all those jokes have already been written
A A6 A D D6 D
seems like another vain attempt
A A6 A D D6 D
to let yourself fall out of the oven
chorus
E E9 E
holy mountains
D9
they look so tired
E E9 E D A
and it’s a perfect day to lock yourself inside
verse 2
A A6 A D D6 D
who you foolin’ if the fools are right
A A6 A D D6 D
it’s the same thing but it’s almost as different
A A6 A D D6 D
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
A A6 A D D6 D
leaves you stranded with a broken engine
chorus
E E9 E
lazy desert
D9
looks so mangled
E E9 E D A
let me drown in a convalescent bliss
bridge
E
G Bm D A
get up from your bed of rest
G Bm D A
been a long time since you’ve lived
F# G
but the static in your mind
A F#
leaves you hollow and unkind
G D A
with a shock electric wave turns you on .
verse 3
A A6 A D D6 D
you’ve been flunked out of the devils house
A A6 A D D6 D
delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
A A6 A D D6 D
some distortion that’s never been known
A A6 A D D6 D
on the treadmill you’ll be runnin’ forever
chorus
E E9 E
holy mountains
D9
they look so tired
E E9 E D A
and it’s a perfect day to lock yourself inside
A E
begone
A E
begone
A G# G F# F A
* diamond bullocks *
intro
D# C# B A G F E
verse 1
B
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G#
offices and fountains that they named for you
B
dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
G#
hari – karis spinnin’ round the golden looms
verse 2
B
girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
G#
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
bridge i
B A G E
B A E G D F
C B
n . C .
hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile revery
bridge ii
a tearful gaze turns away
eroding cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
verse 3
B
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G#
offices and fountains that they named for you
B
so ungrateful to the who’s and what’s – his – face
G#
terrorist confections look so out of place
outro
E
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G F C F#m B E
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
( B A E G ) x4
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