( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x2
Ah
moonlight, it’s hard to believe
it, and it’s harder to n
eed it but so easily wan
ted
Pretty machines, expensive magazines, I’ve b
een tricked into buying quite a number of things yeah;
Bullsht and dreams, urban ease, it means, I always leave
taunted
And,
you think you’re a modern person, you think that you can ignore
silent isolation. My emancipation’s
in the same place you get yours
Oh
whiskey sipped supinely while my
secrets escape. In the
skyline of
hell there are no
fire esc[(D#)]apes.
( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x1
Punk songs, I thought that they were
different and I thought that they could
end it. No, no it was a dec
eption.
Well the number of tears, and the number of beers were
dried out and uncounted for a number of years, but
these days it seems that my window was just a re
flection.
Still,
you think that you’re not a servant, you think that you can avoid
stylish institution, worshiping illusion. T
hings you thought you could destroy.
Oh,
crowded, loud and crimson was my v
iew from the pit. I was w
ild, I was w
eird, I was s
hackled to [(D#)]it.
~Solo bit~
( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x2
( A# – G# – ) x1
Wartime, it’s so easy the f
ourth time, but on this side of the
shoreline we’ve already rec
overed.
Pretty machines, expensive routines, are
clouding and obstructing quite a number of things.
Be
lieve me, it’s harder to feel these days. It’s harder to
suffer.
And,
you think you’re a modern person, think you can watch something change
and move on without ya. Side by side with doubt ya
listen to the world exchange
conversation starters over
various meats in the
skyline of
hell, where the
tired retrea
t.
( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x1
Let these chords ring
( A# – Db – G# – ) x1
Also here’s an interpretation of the lead riff:
e|6-8-9-8-6——-6-8-9-8-6————————-6——————-4-6—8—4—–4-6—8—|
B|————8—————8—8-9-8-9-8——-8—8-9-8———6-8————-6-8———–|
G|——————————————–6—————6—6——————————-|
D|————————————————————————————————|
A|————————————————————————————————|
E|————————————————————————————————|