Chords for Brendan Kelly - Quincentuple Your Money
Tempo:
72.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
C#
D#m
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [D#m] [F#] [C#] [B]
[F#] [C#] [D#m] [F#] [B]
[F#] [B] There's a letter at my mother's [F#] house, came with a [B] folded flag.
[F#] [B] Said right now [F#] I'm coming [C#] home in a [B] body bag.
[F#] It's [C#m] a bribe and a [D#m] pain and a [B] one in the [F#] same.
It's [C#] a bottle of [D#m] cigarette and it's [B] a horrible [F#] dream.
There's a [C#] man in an [D#m] office, going through [F#] files and a [C#] woman who watches [B] TV.
[D#m] And she [C#] doesn't [B] get the jokes, [D#m] no matter [C#] that I [B] talk show host.
But for some [C#] reason she [F#] laughs [C#] anyway.
[D#m]
[F#] [C#] [B] [F#] [B] There's this hope in my back [F#] room and [C#] it's all [B] covered in hairs.
[F#] There's this hope in [B] my [F#] brain and it's all [B] covered in grass.
[F#] And [C#] there's a girl [D#m] in this town who doesn't know I [F#] exist.
There's a wound that [D#m] feels so bright [B] and a pain [F#] in my fist.
There's twelve [D#m] empty bottles [B] on this table tonight.
[C#] There's four [D#m] lungs on fire, four [B] burned at [D#m] night.
Something [C#] will [B] explode [D#] and [C#] someone [B] will cry.
And I'm gonna [C#] run out and never [D#m] turn [F#] around.
[C#]
[B] [D#m] Oh.
[F#] [C#]
[B] [D#m] There's a [C#] park in [B] this city where I used to [D#m] go.
Now [C#] it's covered with [B] fences and cops and [D#m] lock posts.
[C#] And I'd never go [B] back, even if it was [D#m] the same.
But it kills [C#] me to know [B] that it changed.
[F#] [B] There's these kids [F#] who have dreams and these dreams [B] that still grow.
[F#] Till [B] they get [F#] so fucking big that their [B] hips blow.
[D#m] And what's left [B] in this [F#] smoke and [C#] fallen debris
[D#m] is grown [B]-ups like them [F#] and [C#] losers like me.
[D#m] What left [B] in the smoke [F#] and [C#] fallen [D#m] debris
is [B] grown-ups like [F#] them and [C#] losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and [C#] losers [F#] like me.
Yep.
[C#] Tonight [D#m] let's [B] go walking [F#] on Black Street.
We'll [B] look at the buildings that [F#] we've never seen
We'll [B] stop at a bar and pass [F#] out on this [C#] floor
[B] Tomorrow we'll forget everything
And [F#] we'll replay these days again
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#] [B] [F#]
[N]
[F#] [C#] [D#m] [F#] [B]
[F#] [B] There's a letter at my mother's [F#] house, came with a [B] folded flag.
[F#] [B] Said right now [F#] I'm coming [C#] home in a [B] body bag.
[F#] It's [C#m] a bribe and a [D#m] pain and a [B] one in the [F#] same.
It's [C#] a bottle of [D#m] cigarette and it's [B] a horrible [F#] dream.
There's a [C#] man in an [D#m] office, going through [F#] files and a [C#] woman who watches [B] TV.
[D#m] And she [C#] doesn't [B] get the jokes, [D#m] no matter [C#] that I [B] talk show host.
But for some [C#] reason she [F#] laughs [C#] anyway.
[D#m]
[F#] [C#] [B] [F#] [B] There's this hope in my back [F#] room and [C#] it's all [B] covered in hairs.
[F#] There's this hope in [B] my [F#] brain and it's all [B] covered in grass.
[F#] And [C#] there's a girl [D#m] in this town who doesn't know I [F#] exist.
There's a wound that [D#m] feels so bright [B] and a pain [F#] in my fist.
There's twelve [D#m] empty bottles [B] on this table tonight.
[C#] There's four [D#m] lungs on fire, four [B] burned at [D#m] night.
Something [C#] will [B] explode [D#] and [C#] someone [B] will cry.
And I'm gonna [C#] run out and never [D#m] turn [F#] around.
[C#]
[B] [D#m] Oh.
[F#] [C#]
[B] [D#m] There's a [C#] park in [B] this city where I used to [D#m] go.
Now [C#] it's covered with [B] fences and cops and [D#m] lock posts.
[C#] And I'd never go [B] back, even if it was [D#m] the same.
But it kills [C#] me to know [B] that it changed.
[F#] [B] There's these kids [F#] who have dreams and these dreams [B] that still grow.
[F#] Till [B] they get [F#] so fucking big that their [B] hips blow.
[D#m] And what's left [B] in this [F#] smoke and [C#] fallen debris
[D#m] is grown [B]-ups like them [F#] and [C#] losers like me.
[D#m] What left [B] in the smoke [F#] and [C#] fallen [D#m] debris
is [B] grown-ups like [F#] them and [C#] losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and [C#] losers [F#] like me.
Yep.
[C#] Tonight [D#m] let's [B] go walking [F#] on Black Street.
We'll [B] look at the buildings that [F#] we've never seen
We'll [B] stop at a bar and pass [F#] out on this [C#] floor
[B] Tomorrow we'll forget everything
And [F#] we'll replay these days again
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#] [B] [F#]
[N]
Key:
B
F#
C#
D#m
C#m
B
F#
C#
[F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ [C#] _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ [B] There's a letter at my mother's [F#] house, came with a [B] folded flag.
[F#] _ [B] Said right now [F#] I'm coming [C#] home in a [B] body bag.
[F#] It's [C#m] a bribe and a [D#m] pain and a [B] one in the [F#] same.
It's [C#] a bottle of [D#m] cigarette and it's [B] a horrible [F#] dream.
There's a [C#] man in an [D#m] office, going through [F#] files and a [C#] woman who watches [B] TV.
[D#m] And she [C#] doesn't [B] get the jokes, [D#m] no matter [C#] that I [B] talk show host.
But for some [C#] reason she [F#] laughs [C#] anyway.
[D#m] _
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [B] There's this hope in my back [F#] room and [C#] it's all [B] covered in hairs.
[F#] _ There's this hope in [B] my [F#] brain and it's all [B] covered in grass.
[F#] And [C#] there's a girl [D#m] in this town who doesn't know I [F#] exist.
There's a wound that [D#m] feels so bright [B] and a pain [F#] in my fist.
There's twelve [D#m] empty bottles [B] on this table tonight.
[C#] There's four [D#m] lungs on fire, four [B] burned at [D#m] night.
Something [C#] will [B] explode [D#] and [C#] someone [B] will cry.
And I'm gonna [C#] run out and never [D#m] turn _ [F#] around.
[C#] _ _
[B] _ [D#m] Oh.
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ [D#m] There's a [C#] park in [B] this city where I used to [D#m] go.
Now [C#] it's covered with [B] fences and cops and [D#m] lock posts.
[C#] And I'd never go [B] back, even if it was [D#m] the same.
But it kills [C#] me to know [B] that it changed.
_ [F#] _ [B] There's these kids [F#] who have dreams and these dreams [B] that still grow.
[F#] _ Till [B] they get [F#] so fucking big that their [B] hips blow.
[D#m] And what's left [B] in this [F#] smoke and [C#] fallen debris
[D#m] is grown [B]-ups like them [F#] and [C#] losers like me.
[D#m] What left [B] in the smoke [F#] and [C#] fallen [D#m] debris
is [B] grown-ups like [F#] them and [C#] losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and [C#] losers [F#] like me.
_ _ Yep.
[C#] Tonight [D#m] let's [B] go walking [F#] on Black Street.
We'll [B] look at the buildings that [F#] we've never seen
We'll [B] stop at a bar and pass [F#] out on this [C#] floor
[B] Tomorrow we'll forget everything
And [F#] we'll replay these days again
_ [D#m] _ [B] _ [F#] _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ [B] There's a letter at my mother's [F#] house, came with a [B] folded flag.
[F#] _ [B] Said right now [F#] I'm coming [C#] home in a [B] body bag.
[F#] It's [C#m] a bribe and a [D#m] pain and a [B] one in the [F#] same.
It's [C#] a bottle of [D#m] cigarette and it's [B] a horrible [F#] dream.
There's a [C#] man in an [D#m] office, going through [F#] files and a [C#] woman who watches [B] TV.
[D#m] And she [C#] doesn't [B] get the jokes, [D#m] no matter [C#] that I [B] talk show host.
But for some [C#] reason she [F#] laughs [C#] anyway.
[D#m] _
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [B] There's this hope in my back [F#] room and [C#] it's all [B] covered in hairs.
[F#] _ There's this hope in [B] my [F#] brain and it's all [B] covered in grass.
[F#] And [C#] there's a girl [D#m] in this town who doesn't know I [F#] exist.
There's a wound that [D#m] feels so bright [B] and a pain [F#] in my fist.
There's twelve [D#m] empty bottles [B] on this table tonight.
[C#] There's four [D#m] lungs on fire, four [B] burned at [D#m] night.
Something [C#] will [B] explode [D#] and [C#] someone [B] will cry.
And I'm gonna [C#] run out and never [D#m] turn _ [F#] around.
[C#] _ _
[B] _ [D#m] Oh.
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ [D#m] There's a [C#] park in [B] this city where I used to [D#m] go.
Now [C#] it's covered with [B] fences and cops and [D#m] lock posts.
[C#] And I'd never go [B] back, even if it was [D#m] the same.
But it kills [C#] me to know [B] that it changed.
_ [F#] _ [B] There's these kids [F#] who have dreams and these dreams [B] that still grow.
[F#] _ Till [B] they get [F#] so fucking big that their [B] hips blow.
[D#m] And what's left [B] in this [F#] smoke and [C#] fallen debris
[D#m] is grown [B]-ups like them [F#] and [C#] losers like me.
[D#m] What left [B] in the smoke [F#] and [C#] fallen [D#m] debris
is [B] grown-ups like [F#] them and [C#] losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and losers like [D#m] me.
[C#] Grown-ups like [B] them and [C#] losers [F#] like me.
_ _ Yep.
[C#] Tonight [D#m] let's [B] go walking [F#] on Black Street.
We'll [B] look at the buildings that [F#] we've never seen
We'll [B] stop at a bar and pass [F#] out on this [C#] floor
[B] Tomorrow we'll forget everything
And [F#] we'll replay these days again
_ [D#m] _ [B] _ [F#] _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _