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| WE ARE THE DEAD (Diamond Dogs) Testo e musica di David Bowie |
Intro Gm Bb/F F Gm Bb/F F Gm Bb/F F Something kind of hit me today I looked at you and Bb/D D Eb Bb/D wondered if you saw things my way F D/F# Gm People will hold us to blame Gm/F Eb it hit me today C/E F it hit me today Gm Bb/F F We're taking it hard all the time why don't we pass it Bb/D D Eb Bb/D by just reply you've changed your mind F D/F# Gm Bb/F Eb We're fighting with the eyes of the blind taking it hard C/E F F/Eb Dm7 Bb taking it hard Yet now Ab F# F Cm Bb we feel that we are paper choking on you nightly. They tell me Son we Ab F# F Cm Bb want you. Be illusive but don't walk far for were breaking in the new boys Ab F# F Cm Bb decieve your next of kin for you're dancing where the dogs decay defecating Ab F# F Cm Bb ecstasy You're just an ally of the legion lo-cat-er for the virgin king, but I Ab F# F Cm Bb love you in your fuckme pumps & your nimble dress that trails oh dress yourself Ab F# F Cm Bb my urchin one for I hear them on the rails, because of all we've seen because of Ab F# D C/E D C/E all we've said we are the dead Gm Bb/F F One thing kind of touched me today I looked at you and Bb/D D Eb Bb/D counted all the times we had laid F D/F# Gm Pressing our love through the night Gm/F Eb Knowing it's right, C/E F knowing it's right Gm Bb/F F Now I'm hoping someone will care Bb/D D Eb Bb\D Living on the breath of a hope to be shared F D/F# Gm Trusting on the sons of our love Bb/F Eb That someone will care, C/E F F/Eb Dm7 Bb someone will care But now Ab F# F Cm Bb We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature Heaven's Ab F# F Cm Bb on the pillow, its silence competes with hell It's a twenty-four hour service, Ab F# F guaranteed to make you tell And the streets are full of Cm Bb press men Bent on getting Ab F# F Cm Bb hung and buried And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt Ab F# F Cm Bb Who sucks you while you're sleeping It's the theater of financiers Count them, Ab F# F Cm Bb fifty 'round a table White and dressed to kill Oh caress yourself, my juicy Ab F# F Cm Bb For my hands have all but withered Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear Ab F# F Cm Bb them on the stairs Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said D C/E D C/E We are the dead D C/E D C/E We are the dead Gm Bb/F F |
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