Chords for BORN RUFFIANS - Dancing On The Edge Of Our Graves
Tempo:
111.1 bpm
Chords used:
F#
E
B
A
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
4,400 days and we're still swimming
Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need [F#] fixing
And tired as rushing under, but we're walking heavy
Poor Hunter, named Stan and his youngest daughter Rita
Ran all the way to Chicago, got lost in the [B] winter
They'd get so cold sometimes, crossing train tracks, lifting [F#] ashes
At night under a sea and bridge, she'd sit and tell [A] her
How some people don't [E] change, I [F#] think they're strange, so do you
I
[E] [F#] feel the rage coming soon
Dancing, dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves
[E] [F#] Dancing, dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves
[C#m] [F#] We're dancing on the edge of our graves
[D#] [F#] 4,400 days and we're still swimming
Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need fixing
[F#] And tired of upwinds in the snow, we're walking [E] heavy
Now some [F#] people are strange, [E] I hope they change, so do you
I [E] [F#] feel the rage coming soon
Dancing, dancing [A#m] on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our
[F#]
Dancing, dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our [F#] graves.
[B] We're dancing [B] on the edge [F#] of our graves.
[B] Dancing on the edge of our graves.
[F#]
[E] [F#] [E]
[E] [F#]
[F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need [F#] fixing
And tired as rushing under, but we're walking heavy
Poor Hunter, named Stan and his youngest daughter Rita
Ran all the way to Chicago, got lost in the [B] winter
They'd get so cold sometimes, crossing train tracks, lifting [F#] ashes
At night under a sea and bridge, she'd sit and tell [A] her
How some people don't [E] change, I [F#] think they're strange, so do you
I
[E] [F#] feel the rage coming soon
Dancing, dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves
[E] [F#] Dancing, dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves
[C#m] [F#] We're dancing on the edge of our graves
[D#] [F#] 4,400 days and we're still swimming
Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need fixing
[F#] And tired of upwinds in the snow, we're walking [E] heavy
Now some [F#] people are strange, [E] I hope they change, so do you
I [E] [F#] feel the rage coming soon
Dancing, dancing [A#m] on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our
[F#]
Dancing, dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our [F#] graves.
[B] We're dancing [B] on the edge [F#] of our graves.
[B] Dancing on the edge of our graves.
[F#]
[E] [F#] [E]
[E] [F#]
[F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
Key:
F#
E
B
A
C#m
F#
E
B
_ 4,400 days and we're still swimming
_ Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need [F#] fixing
And tired as rushing under, but we're walking heavy
Poor Hunter, named Stan and his youngest daughter Rita
Ran all the way to Chicago, got lost in the [B] winter
They'd get so cold sometimes, crossing train tracks, lifting [F#] ashes
At night under a sea and bridge, she'd sit and tell [A] her
How some people don't [E] change, I [F#] think they're strange, so do you
I _ _ _
[E] _ [F#] feel the rage coming soon _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Dancing, _ dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
_ Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves _
_ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ Dancing, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
dancing _ on the edge [B] of our graves
_ Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves
_ [C#m] _ [F#] _ _ We're dancing _ on the edge of our graves
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] 4,400 days and we're still swimming
Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need fixing
[F#] And tired of upwinds in the snow, we're walking [E] heavy
Now some [F#] people are strange, [E] I hope they change, so do you
I [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] feel the rage coming soon _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Dancing, dancing [A#m] on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Dancing, dancing _ on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our [F#] graves. _ _ _ _
[B] We're dancing [B] _ _ on the edge [F#] of our graves. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ Dancing on the edge of our graves. _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
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_ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need [F#] fixing
And tired as rushing under, but we're walking heavy
Poor Hunter, named Stan and his youngest daughter Rita
Ran all the way to Chicago, got lost in the [B] winter
They'd get so cold sometimes, crossing train tracks, lifting [F#] ashes
At night under a sea and bridge, she'd sit and tell [A] her
How some people don't [E] change, I [F#] think they're strange, so do you
I _ _ _
[E] _ [F#] feel the rage coming soon _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Dancing, _ dancing on the edge [B] of our graves
_ Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves _
_ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _ Dancing, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
dancing _ on the edge [B] of our graves
_ Dancing on the [E] edge of our [F#] graves
_ [C#m] _ [F#] _ _ We're dancing _ on the edge of our graves
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] 4,400 days and we're still swimming
Two nameless decades, our memories going to the [B] ether
We get so lost sometimes, filling holes that don't need fixing
[F#] And tired of upwinds in the snow, we're walking [E] heavy
Now some [F#] people are strange, [E] I hope they change, so do you
I [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] feel the rage coming soon _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Dancing, dancing [A#m] on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Dancing, dancing _ on the edge [B] of our graves
Dancing on the edge of [E] our [F#] graves. _ _ _ _
[B] We're dancing [B] _ _ on the edge [F#] of our graves. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ Dancing on the edge of our graves. _ _ _ _ _
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