Chords for A Place In the Dirt - Marilyn Manson w/lyrics
Tempo:
121.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#
Bm
G
A#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[Bm]
[F#] We
[Bm] are damned, we [F#] are damned.
[Bm] All God's children to [F#] be sent.
[Bm] To our perfect [A] place, in the sun.
[G] In [F#] a dance.
[Bm] There's a wind chill in [F#] my eyes.
[Bm] We are bugs so smitten, [F#] scarred.
[Bm] Could you stop the meat [A] from thinking, for I swallow all [G] of it.
Could [F#] you please?
[G] We breathe in the
[A#] shade.
[G] We breathe in the
[A#] deathly.
[G] Dress me up and take [A#] me.
[G] Dress me up and make [F#] me your dying God.
[Bm]
[F#] We poke through our eyes.
[Bm] Let the ugly light.
[B] Wildness.
[Bm] We were no longer
[A] blind.
[G] We were no longer [F#] blind.
[G] Put me in the mode [A#] of shade.
[G] Put me in the [A#] deathly.
[G] Dress me up and take [A#] me.
[G] Dress me up and make
[F#] me your dying God.
Now we hold the ugly head.
[Bm] The merry hour is at the [F#] bed.
[Bm] Cast a shadow of [A] our perfect death.
[G] In the sun.
In the [F#] death.
[C] [F]
[E]
[Bm]
[F#] We
[Bm] are damned, we [F#] are damned.
[Bm] All God's children to [F#] be sent.
[Bm] To our perfect [A] place, in the sun.
[G] In [F#] a dance.
[Bm] There's a wind chill in [F#] my eyes.
[Bm] We are bugs so smitten, [F#] scarred.
[Bm] Could you stop the meat [A] from thinking, for I swallow all [G] of it.
Could [F#] you please?
[G] We breathe in the
[A#] shade.
[G] We breathe in the
[A#] deathly.
[G] Dress me up and take [A#] me.
[G] Dress me up and make [F#] me your dying God.
[Bm]
[F#] We poke through our eyes.
[Bm] Let the ugly light.
[B] Wildness.
[Bm] We were no longer
[A] blind.
[G] We were no longer [F#] blind.
[G] Put me in the mode [A#] of shade.
[G] Put me in the [A#] deathly.
[G] Dress me up and take [A#] me.
[G] Dress me up and make
[F#] me your dying God.
Now we hold the ugly head.
[Bm] The merry hour is at the [F#] bed.
[Bm] Cast a shadow of [A] our perfect death.
[G] In the sun.
In the [F#] death.
[C] [F]
[E]
Key:
F#
Bm
G
A#
A
F#
Bm
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ We _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ are damned, we [F#] are _ _ _ _ damned. _
[Bm] _ _ All God's children to [F#] be sent. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ To our perfect _ [A] place, _ in the sun. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ In [F#] a _ _ dance. _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ There's a wind chill in [F#] my _ eyes. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ We are bugs so smitten, [F#] _ _ scarred. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ Could you stop the meat [A] from thinking, for I swallow all [G] of it.
_ _ _ Could [F#] you _ _ _ _ please? _
[G] _ _ We breathe in the _
[A#] _ shade. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ We breathe in the _
[A#] deathly. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Dress me up and take [A#] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Dress me up and make [F#] me your dying God. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] We poke through our _ eyes.
[Bm] _ _ Let the ugly light.
[B] _ _ Wildness. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ We were no longer _
[A] _ blind. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ We were no longer [F#] _ blind. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Put me in the mode [A#] of _ shade. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Put me in the [A#] deathly. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Dress me up and take [A#] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ Dress me up and make _
[F#] me your dying _ _ God.
_ _ Now we hold the ugly _ head. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ The merry hour is at the [F#] _ bed. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ Cast a shadow of [A] our perfect death. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ In the sun.
In the [F#] death. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ We _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ are damned, we [F#] are _ _ _ _ damned. _
[Bm] _ _ All God's children to [F#] be sent. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ To our perfect _ [A] place, _ in the sun. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ In [F#] a _ _ dance. _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ There's a wind chill in [F#] my _ eyes. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ We are bugs so smitten, [F#] _ _ scarred. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ Could you stop the meat [A] from thinking, for I swallow all [G] of it.
_ _ _ Could [F#] you _ _ _ _ please? _
[G] _ _ We breathe in the _
[A#] _ shade. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ We breathe in the _
[A#] deathly. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Dress me up and take [A#] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Dress me up and make [F#] me your dying God. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] We poke through our _ eyes.
[Bm] _ _ Let the ugly light.
[B] _ _ Wildness. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ We were no longer _
[A] _ blind. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ We were no longer [F#] _ blind. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Put me in the mode [A#] of _ shade. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Put me in the [A#] deathly. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Dress me up and take [A#] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ Dress me up and make _
[F#] me your dying _ _ God.
_ _ Now we hold the ugly _ head. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ The merry hour is at the [F#] _ bed. _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ Cast a shadow of [A] our perfect death. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ In the sun.
In the [F#] death. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _