Chords for Bomb The Music Industry! - Shed Some Skin
Tempo:
110.75 bpm
Chords used:
B
Gb
Abm
Eb
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Db] [B]
[Gb] [Abm]
[Eb] [Abm] [G]
[E] [B]
[Gb]
[B]
Christmas Day and [Gb] gay party, [Ab] not so gay [Eb] for gay Lindsay.
[E] 16 hours [B] in a sweaty kitchen [Ebm] for money that makes minimum wage look [B] good.
6am [C] on the [Ebm] subway, [Abm] stop station, [B] group hug for one life.
[E] 12 people [B] running out and screaming, what's [Gb] going on?
Oh no, I must be dreaming.
[Ab] And the city [Eb] forgets that an [Ab] infancy and trains [Db] can't blow the wind [E] out your [B]
way.
[Gb]
[Abm] [Gm]
[Abm] [Eb] [E]
[B] [Gb]
[B]
Grundles [Gb] traveled wide and far, [Abm] back from the [Eb]
USSR.
[E] Went there to [B] pursue a life long [Gb] calling, you found only numb toes and helpless longing.
[B] Now [Em] you're [B] back at home [Ebm] today, [Abm] thanking the [Eb] old you.
[Gb] Put [E] the pamphlets [B] of your nifty dust [Gb] across the country and a grey outpost.
[Ab] Another failed [Eb] attempt, so you start to [Ab] pretend, now you're right back [Db] where you started [E]
again.
[B]
[Abm] [B]
[Bb] [Abm] [Bbm] [Abm]
[Gb] [B]
[Bbm] [Gb]
[B] [Eb]
[Abm]
I saw what's [Ebm] wrong in [Bm] Seattle.
[Ebm]
[Abm] I [Bb]
[E] saw, I [B] saw a world of [Gb] love now.
[B] It's your 20th [C] birthday, [Db] alone, you off [Eb] the banks [Db] of Maine.
[E] As time runs out to write the second [B] verse of the [Gb] love song of J.
[B] Alfred Prufrock.
Why your God [Gb] will be [B] here still, [Abm] just beyond [Eb] those distant hills.
[E] Could be that you [B] got the upper hand, [Bb] when you left this rustic [Gb] never never land.
[Ab] Hey, when my breathing gets [Eb] flexed, I feel a lost will take [Ab] me.
And finally [Db] we're all [E] shattered to skid.
[B] [Gb] [Abm]
[Eb] [F] [Eb]
[E] [B]
[Gb]
[B]
[Gb]
[N]
[Gb] [Abm]
[Eb] [Abm] [G]
[E] [B]
[Gb]
[B]
Christmas Day and [Gb] gay party, [Ab] not so gay [Eb] for gay Lindsay.
[E] 16 hours [B] in a sweaty kitchen [Ebm] for money that makes minimum wage look [B] good.
6am [C] on the [Ebm] subway, [Abm] stop station, [B] group hug for one life.
[E] 12 people [B] running out and screaming, what's [Gb] going on?
Oh no, I must be dreaming.
[Ab] And the city [Eb] forgets that an [Ab] infancy and trains [Db] can't blow the wind [E] out your [B]
way.
[Gb]
[Abm] [Gm]
[Abm] [Eb] [E]
[B] [Gb]
[B]
Grundles [Gb] traveled wide and far, [Abm] back from the [Eb]
USSR.
[E] Went there to [B] pursue a life long [Gb] calling, you found only numb toes and helpless longing.
[B] Now [Em] you're [B] back at home [Ebm] today, [Abm] thanking the [Eb] old you.
[Gb] Put [E] the pamphlets [B] of your nifty dust [Gb] across the country and a grey outpost.
[Ab] Another failed [Eb] attempt, so you start to [Ab] pretend, now you're right back [Db] where you started [E]
again.
[B]
[Abm] [B]
[Bb] [Abm] [Bbm] [Abm]
[Gb] [B]
[Bbm] [Gb]
[B] [Eb]
[Abm]
I saw what's [Ebm] wrong in [Bm] Seattle.
[Ebm]
[Abm] I [Bb]
[E] saw, I [B] saw a world of [Gb] love now.
[B] It's your 20th [C] birthday, [Db] alone, you off [Eb] the banks [Db] of Maine.
[E] As time runs out to write the second [B] verse of the [Gb] love song of J.
[B] Alfred Prufrock.
Why your God [Gb] will be [B] here still, [Abm] just beyond [Eb] those distant hills.
[E] Could be that you [B] got the upper hand, [Bb] when you left this rustic [Gb] never never land.
[Ab] Hey, when my breathing gets [Eb] flexed, I feel a lost will take [Ab] me.
And finally [Db] we're all [E] shattered to skid.
[B] [Gb] [Abm]
[Eb] [F] [Eb]
[E] [B]
[Gb]
[B]
[Gb]
[N]
Key:
B
Gb
Abm
Eb
E
B
Gb
Abm
[Db] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ [Abm] _ [G] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ Christmas Day and [Gb] gay party, [Ab] not so gay [Eb] for gay Lindsay.
[E] _ 16 hours [B] in a sweaty kitchen [Ebm] for money that makes minimum wage look [B] good. _
6am [C] on the [Ebm] subway, [Abm] stop station, [B] group hug for one life.
[E] 12 people [B] running out and screaming, what's [Gb] going on?
Oh no, I must be dreaming.
[Ab] _ And the city [Eb] forgets that an [Ab] infancy and trains [Db] can't blow the wind [E] out your [B] _
way.
_ _ _ _ [Gb] _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[Abm] _ [Eb] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _
Grundles [Gb] traveled wide and far, [Abm] back from the [Eb] _
USSR.
_ [E] Went there to [B] pursue a life long [Gb] calling, you found only numb toes and helpless longing.
[B] Now [Em] you're [B] back at home [Ebm] today, [Abm] thanking the [Eb] old you.
[Gb] Put [E] the pamphlets [B] of your nifty dust [Gb] across the country and a grey outpost.
[Ab] _ Another failed [Eb] attempt, so you start to [Ab] pretend, now you're right back [Db] where you started [E] _
again.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ [B] _ _
[Bb] _ [Abm] _ [Bbm] _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [B] _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
I saw _ what's [Ebm] wrong in [Bm] Seattle.
[Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ I [Bb] _
[E] saw, I [B] saw a world of [Gb] love now. _ _
[B] It's your _ 20th [C] birthday, _ [Db] alone, you off [Eb] the banks [Db] of Maine.
[E] As time runs out to write the second [B] verse of the [Gb] love song of J.
[B] Alfred _ Prufrock.
Why your God [Gb] will be [B] here still, [Abm] just beyond [Eb] those distant hills.
[E] Could be that you [B] got the upper hand, [Bb] when you left this rustic [Gb] never never land.
[Ab] Hey, when my breathing gets [Eb] flexed, I feel a lost will take [Ab] me.
And finally [Db] we're all [E] shattered to skid.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ [Abm] _ [G] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ Christmas Day and [Gb] gay party, [Ab] not so gay [Eb] for gay Lindsay.
[E] _ 16 hours [B] in a sweaty kitchen [Ebm] for money that makes minimum wage look [B] good. _
6am [C] on the [Ebm] subway, [Abm] stop station, [B] group hug for one life.
[E] 12 people [B] running out and screaming, what's [Gb] going on?
Oh no, I must be dreaming.
[Ab] _ And the city [Eb] forgets that an [Ab] infancy and trains [Db] can't blow the wind [E] out your [B] _
way.
_ _ _ _ [Gb] _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[Abm] _ [Eb] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _
Grundles [Gb] traveled wide and far, [Abm] back from the [Eb] _
USSR.
_ [E] Went there to [B] pursue a life long [Gb] calling, you found only numb toes and helpless longing.
[B] Now [Em] you're [B] back at home [Ebm] today, [Abm] thanking the [Eb] old you.
[Gb] Put [E] the pamphlets [B] of your nifty dust [Gb] across the country and a grey outpost.
[Ab] _ Another failed [Eb] attempt, so you start to [Ab] pretend, now you're right back [Db] where you started [E] _
again.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ [B] _ _
[Bb] _ [Abm] _ [Bbm] _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [B] _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
I saw _ what's [Ebm] wrong in [Bm] Seattle.
[Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ I [Bb] _
[E] saw, I [B] saw a world of [Gb] love now. _ _
[B] It's your _ 20th [C] birthday, _ [Db] alone, you off [Eb] the banks [Db] of Maine.
[E] As time runs out to write the second [B] verse of the [Gb] love song of J.
[B] Alfred _ Prufrock.
Why your God [Gb] will be [B] here still, [Abm] just beyond [Eb] those distant hills.
[E] Could be that you [B] got the upper hand, [Bb] when you left this rustic [Gb] never never land.
[Ab] Hey, when my breathing gets [Eb] flexed, I feel a lost will take [Ab] me.
And finally [Db] we're all [E] shattered to skid.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Eb] _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _