Chords for Black Eyed Vermillion - Pass Me The Bottle
Tempo:
135.9 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
A
C
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm]
[G] [Dm] [A]
[C#] [G]
[D] [A] [Dm]
[A] [C] [B]
[C#m] [Dm]
It feels like a noose around my neck.
I see the bottle closing up this town.
Your mind is so shallow.
Turning my life upside down.
[F] It feels like a noose around [C] my neck.
It's cutting off [Dm] my hair.
It's pulling out [A] my hair.
[F] And I sit here burning in [C] the rack.
Like [Dm] nobody cares.
Like I was never [A] there.
Pour those drinks in a [Em] white Cambrado [Dm] [Dm] way.
Pass me the bottle.
I'm turning to despise.
Stick to my motto.
That everybody dies.
[F] It feels like a knife against [C] my neck.
Spilling out [Dm] my blood.
Like I knew [A] it would.
[Em] [F] Lay here screaming in [C] the rack.
This life I [G] had [Dm] was good.
But instead I left [A] this world.
Pour those drinks in a white Cambrado [F] way.
[C]
[Dm]
[A]
[F]
[C]
[Dm]
[A]
Pour those drinks in a white [Dm] Cambrado way.
Pass me the bottle.
Spirits running low.
Start up the slaughter.
With nowhere left to go.
[F]
Burn against [C] my
[Dm] head.
Killing off.
[A]
[F] While the vultures begging at [C] the dead.
There's nothing left [Dm] to gain.
We'll never be [A] the same.
Pour those drinks in a white [Dm] Cambrado way.
In a white [D] Cambrado way.
[Am] [Dm] In a white [A] [D] Cambrado way.
[Am] [Dm]
[F] [D]
[N]
[G] [Dm] [A]
[C#] [G]
[D] [A] [Dm]
[A] [C] [B]
[C#m] [Dm]
It feels like a noose around my neck.
I see the bottle closing up this town.
Your mind is so shallow.
Turning my life upside down.
[F] It feels like a noose around [C] my neck.
It's cutting off [Dm] my hair.
It's pulling out [A] my hair.
[F] And I sit here burning in [C] the rack.
Like [Dm] nobody cares.
Like I was never [A] there.
Pour those drinks in a [Em] white Cambrado [Dm] [Dm] way.
Pass me the bottle.
I'm turning to despise.
Stick to my motto.
That everybody dies.
[F] It feels like a knife against [C] my neck.
Spilling out [Dm] my blood.
Like I knew [A] it would.
[Em] [F] Lay here screaming in [C] the rack.
This life I [G] had [Dm] was good.
But instead I left [A] this world.
Pour those drinks in a white Cambrado [F] way.
[C]
[Dm]
[A]
[F]
[C]
[Dm]
[A]
Pour those drinks in a white [Dm] Cambrado way.
Pass me the bottle.
Spirits running low.
Start up the slaughter.
With nowhere left to go.
[F]
Burn against [C] my
[Dm] head.
Killing off.
[A]
[F] While the vultures begging at [C] the dead.
There's nothing left [Dm] to gain.
We'll never be [A] the same.
Pour those drinks in a white [Dm] Cambrado way.
In a white [D] Cambrado way.
[Am] [Dm] In a white [A] [D] Cambrado way.
[Am] [Dm]
[F] [D]
[N]
Key:
Dm
A
C
F
D
Dm
A
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [C] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [Dm] _
It feels like a noose around my neck.
I see the bottle _ _ closing _ _ up this _ town.
Your mind is so shallow. _ _ _
Turning my life upside _ down.
_ [F] _ It feels like a noose around [C] my neck.
_ It's cutting off [Dm] my _ hair.
It's pulling out [A] my _ _ _ hair.
_ _ [F] And I sit here burning in [C] the rack.
_ _ Like [Dm] nobody _ _ cares.
Like I was never [A] _ _ there. _ _
_ _ Pour those drinks in a [Em] white Cambrado [Dm] _ [Dm] way.
Pass _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ me the bottle. _
_ _ _ I'm turning to _ _ _ despise.
Stick to my motto. _
_ _ That everybody _ _ dies.
_ [F] _ It feels like a knife against [C] my neck. _ _
Spilling out [Dm] my blood. _
Like I knew [A] it would. _ _
_ _ [Em] [F] Lay _ _ here screaming in [C] the rack.
_ This life I [G] had [Dm] was good.
_ But instead I left [A] this world. _ _
_ _ _ Pour those drinks in a white Cambrado [F] way. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Pour those drinks in a white _ [Dm] Cambrado way. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pass me the bottle. _
_ _ _ _ Spirits running _ _ low.
Start up the slaughter. _
_ _ _ With nowhere left to go.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
Burn against [C] my _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ head.
Killing off.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ While the vultures begging at [C] the dead.
_ There's nothing left [Dm] to _ gain.
We'll never be [A] the _ same. _
_ _ _ Pour those drinks in a white _ [Dm] Cambrado way. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In a white [D] Cambrado _ way. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ In a white [A] _ [D] Cambrado way. _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [C] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [Dm] _
It feels like a noose around my neck.
I see the bottle _ _ closing _ _ up this _ town.
Your mind is so shallow. _ _ _
Turning my life upside _ down.
_ [F] _ It feels like a noose around [C] my neck.
_ It's cutting off [Dm] my _ hair.
It's pulling out [A] my _ _ _ hair.
_ _ [F] And I sit here burning in [C] the rack.
_ _ Like [Dm] nobody _ _ cares.
Like I was never [A] _ _ there. _ _
_ _ Pour those drinks in a [Em] white Cambrado [Dm] _ [Dm] way.
Pass _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ me the bottle. _
_ _ _ I'm turning to _ _ _ despise.
Stick to my motto. _
_ _ That everybody _ _ dies.
_ [F] _ It feels like a knife against [C] my neck. _ _
Spilling out [Dm] my blood. _
Like I knew [A] it would. _ _
_ _ [Em] [F] Lay _ _ here screaming in [C] the rack.
_ This life I [G] had [Dm] was good.
_ But instead I left [A] this world. _ _
_ _ _ Pour those drinks in a white Cambrado [F] way. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Pour those drinks in a white _ [Dm] Cambrado way. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pass me the bottle. _
_ _ _ _ Spirits running _ _ low.
Start up the slaughter. _
_ _ _ With nowhere left to go.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
Burn against [C] my _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ head.
Killing off.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ While the vultures begging at [C] the dead.
_ There's nothing left [Dm] to _ gain.
We'll never be [A] the _ same. _
_ _ _ Pour those drinks in a white _ [Dm] Cambrado way. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In a white [D] Cambrado _ way. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ In a white [A] _ [D] Cambrado way. _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _