Chords for Another Manʼs Grave
Tempo:
128.25 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#m]
[D#] [A]
It's a quarter to two and the bars are all closing.
Nobody [D] looks how they think.
The [E] guy in the corner with spit in his beard [D] wearing more than he drank [A] of his drink.
[D] The dancers are shaking like ants desperate [E] to find a last minute queen.
While [A] the rest of us are all headed home to try [F#m] finding comfort in dreams.
Cause this isn't [E] life.
I know that I [D] chose it.
But I can't [A] stand waking up and nobody [F#m] knows it.
I'll never find the [E] strength to change what I [D] need.
[Dm] Is this who I'll always [A] be?
I open my eyes and the room is still spinning.
I [D] joke about buying a [A] vowel.
[E] The funniest part of this feeling is knowing [D] the answer but nothing [A] comes out.
So [D] I'm shaking around like I'm hanging from something [E] I know is about to break.
Like [A] I'm biting the gun but the safety is on.
I [F#m] throw up the pills I ate.
The [D] notes are all scribbled and penciled without really [E] knowing what I'm trying to write.
Something like [A] goddamn the man who [G#] said everything's gonna be [F#m] fine.
But [E] life is a lot like a sewer.
We get [D] out of it what we put in.
[Dm]
And that's when doubt [A] kicks in.
Maybe I [F#m] just don't have it inside me.
Maybe [E] there's too much I couldn't face.
I just wanted [A] someone to come down from heaven and explain
this [E] cold and fucked up place.
But [D] I'll just keep trying to hide it
until [F#m] there's nothing left to save.
In [E] the end, I know I'm [D] gonna die
buried in another [A] man's grave.
[D] [A] [A]
[D#] [A]
It's a quarter to two and the bars are all closing.
Nobody [D] looks how they think.
The [E] guy in the corner with spit in his beard [D] wearing more than he drank [A] of his drink.
[D] The dancers are shaking like ants desperate [E] to find a last minute queen.
While [A] the rest of us are all headed home to try [F#m] finding comfort in dreams.
Cause this isn't [E] life.
I know that I [D] chose it.
But I can't [A] stand waking up and nobody [F#m] knows it.
I'll never find the [E] strength to change what I [D] need.
[Dm] Is this who I'll always [A] be?
I open my eyes and the room is still spinning.
I [D] joke about buying a [A] vowel.
[E] The funniest part of this feeling is knowing [D] the answer but nothing [A] comes out.
So [D] I'm shaking around like I'm hanging from something [E] I know is about to break.
Like [A] I'm biting the gun but the safety is on.
I [F#m] throw up the pills I ate.
The [D] notes are all scribbled and penciled without really [E] knowing what I'm trying to write.
Something like [A] goddamn the man who [G#] said everything's gonna be [F#m] fine.
But [E] life is a lot like a sewer.
We get [D] out of it what we put in.
[Dm]
And that's when doubt [A] kicks in.
Maybe I [F#m] just don't have it inside me.
Maybe [E] there's too much I couldn't face.
I just wanted [A] someone to come down from heaven and explain
this [E] cold and fucked up place.
But [D] I'll just keep trying to hide it
until [F#m] there's nothing left to save.
In [E] the end, I know I'm [D] gonna die
buried in another [A] man's grave.
[D] [A] [A]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
Dm
A
D
E
_ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _
[D#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's a quarter to two and the bars are all closing.
Nobody [D] looks how they think.
_ The [E] guy in the corner with spit in his beard [D] wearing more than he drank [A] of his drink.
_ _ _ _ [D] The dancers are shaking like ants desperate [E] to find a last minute queen.
While [A] the rest of us are all headed home to try [F#m] finding comfort in dreams.
Cause this isn't [E] life. _
_ _ _ I know that I [D] chose it.
_ _ But I can't [A] stand waking up _ _ and nobody [F#m] knows it.
_ _ _ I'll never find the [E] strength _ _ to change what I [D] need. _
_ [Dm] Is this who I'll always [A] be? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I open my eyes and the room is still spinning.
I [D] joke about buying a [A] vowel.
_ _ [E] The funniest part of this feeling is knowing [D] the answer but nothing [A] comes out. _ _ _ _
So [D] I'm shaking around like I'm hanging from something [E] I know is about to break.
Like [A] I'm biting the gun but the safety is on.
I [F#m] throw up the pills I ate. _
The [D] notes are all scribbled and penciled without really [E] knowing what I'm trying to write. _
Something like [A] goddamn the man who [G#] said everything's gonna be [F#m] fine. _ _ _ _ _
But [E] life is a lot like a sewer.
We get [D] out of it what we put in.
[Dm] _ _
_ And that's when doubt [A] kicks in.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Maybe I [F#m] just don't have it inside me.
Maybe [E] there's too much I couldn't face.
I just wanted [A] someone to come down from heaven and explain
this [E] cold and fucked up place.
_ But [D] I'll just keep trying to hide it
until [F#m] there's nothing left to save.
In [E] the end, _ I know I'm [D] gonna die
_ _ buried in another [A] man's grave.
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's a quarter to two and the bars are all closing.
Nobody [D] looks how they think.
_ The [E] guy in the corner with spit in his beard [D] wearing more than he drank [A] of his drink.
_ _ _ _ [D] The dancers are shaking like ants desperate [E] to find a last minute queen.
While [A] the rest of us are all headed home to try [F#m] finding comfort in dreams.
Cause this isn't [E] life. _
_ _ _ I know that I [D] chose it.
_ _ But I can't [A] stand waking up _ _ and nobody [F#m] knows it.
_ _ _ I'll never find the [E] strength _ _ to change what I [D] need. _
_ [Dm] Is this who I'll always [A] be? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I open my eyes and the room is still spinning.
I [D] joke about buying a [A] vowel.
_ _ [E] The funniest part of this feeling is knowing [D] the answer but nothing [A] comes out. _ _ _ _
So [D] I'm shaking around like I'm hanging from something [E] I know is about to break.
Like [A] I'm biting the gun but the safety is on.
I [F#m] throw up the pills I ate. _
The [D] notes are all scribbled and penciled without really [E] knowing what I'm trying to write. _
Something like [A] goddamn the man who [G#] said everything's gonna be [F#m] fine. _ _ _ _ _
But [E] life is a lot like a sewer.
We get [D] out of it what we put in.
[Dm] _ _
_ And that's when doubt [A] kicks in.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Maybe I [F#m] just don't have it inside me.
Maybe [E] there's too much I couldn't face.
I just wanted [A] someone to come down from heaven and explain
this [E] cold and fucked up place.
_ But [D] I'll just keep trying to hide it
until [F#m] there's nothing left to save.
In [E] the end, _ I know I'm [D] gonna die
_ _ buried in another [A] man's grave.
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _