Chords for Cold Dead Hand - Jim Carrey (With Lyrics)
Tempo:
109.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
F#m
D
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [F#m] Some [A] folks ride like the wind, [D] with the whispering pines [A] to guide them, [D] and the burning light
[A] inside them [E] keeps them warm in the snow.
[A] Others fear the sounds they hear, [D] make banditos out [A] of molehills,
fill [D] their hearths with [A] forqueued pine quills.
[E] They're dead and buried long before they go.
[F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand, [F#m]
his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his cold [F#m] dead hand.
What did he say?
It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
[E] takes a cold dead heart, [D] and is near as [A] I can [C#m] figure.
With your cold dead aim you're [D] trying to prove your [A] dick is bigger, but [E] we know
[D] [C#m] your chariot [Bm] may not be [F#] swinging low.
[E] Cold dead hand, [A] cold dead hand, [E] cold dead hand, [A] cold dead hand.
[F#m] You're a big big man with a little [E] mini-gland, [F#m] so you need [E] something bigger to fulfill.
They're making fun of everything [F#m] I hold dear, Walter.
[A]
Imagine if the Lord were here, [D] and he knew what you've [A] been thinking,
[D] would his sacred heart [A] be sinking [E] into the canyon of dismay.
And [A] on the ones who sell the guns, he'd [D] stick the vultures and [A] coyotes,
only [D] the devil's true [A] devotees could [E]
profiteer from pain and fear.
[F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand,
[F#m] and his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his [F#] cold dead hand.
[F#m] It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
takes [E] a cold dead heart [D] and is near as [A] I can figure.
[C#m] Hi, [D] I'm clearly [A] Sam Elliott.
[E] Pay attention, I'll graze.
[D] This [B] boy's got something to [F#] say.
Biting social satire, it goes down [E] smooth.
[A] Enjoy the show.
I'm gonna watch [E] that subset.
[A] Cold dead hand.
[E] Cold dead hand.
[A] Cold dead hand.
[F#m] You're a big, big man with a little bitty gland,
so you [E] need something bigger [F#m] with a [E] hairpin trigger.
[F#m] You don't want [E] to get caught [F#m] with your [E] trousers down [F#m] when the [E] psycho [D] killer comes [E] around,
[F#m] so you make your home like a thunderdome,
and you're [E] always packing [F#m] every way [E] you [F#m] roam.
Let the psychos win no matter [G#] what you do,
cause they're gonna buy way [F#m] more [E] guns than [G] you.
And [F#m] while you're stumbling out of bed,
they put five rounds in the back of your head,
or you get depressed cause the money went south,
and you put your own shotgun in your mouth,
and your kids walk in and they find you there like [E] a headless lump in your [F#m] underwear,
and they move the gun and it kills [C#m] them too,
and your wife just doesn't know what to do,
so [G#] she takes a hand grenade from [F#m] her shoe and [G#m] she bolts up and
And it's all on you.
[C#m]
[Gm] And [G#m] your cold [F#m] dead hand.
[D] [Bm] [D#] [N]
[A] inside them [E] keeps them warm in the snow.
[A] Others fear the sounds they hear, [D] make banditos out [A] of molehills,
fill [D] their hearths with [A] forqueued pine quills.
[E] They're dead and buried long before they go.
[F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand, [F#m]
his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his cold [F#m] dead hand.
What did he say?
It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
[E] takes a cold dead heart, [D] and is near as [A] I can [C#m] figure.
With your cold dead aim you're [D] trying to prove your [A] dick is bigger, but [E] we know
[D] [C#m] your chariot [Bm] may not be [F#] swinging low.
[E] Cold dead hand, [A] cold dead hand, [E] cold dead hand, [A] cold dead hand.
[F#m] You're a big big man with a little [E] mini-gland, [F#m] so you need [E] something bigger to fulfill.
They're making fun of everything [F#m] I hold dear, Walter.
[A]
Imagine if the Lord were here, [D] and he knew what you've [A] been thinking,
[D] would his sacred heart [A] be sinking [E] into the canyon of dismay.
And [A] on the ones who sell the guns, he'd [D] stick the vultures and [A] coyotes,
only [D] the devil's true [A] devotees could [E]
profiteer from pain and fear.
[F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand,
[F#m] and his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his [F#] cold dead hand.
[F#m] It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
takes [E] a cold dead heart [D] and is near as [A] I can figure.
[C#m] Hi, [D] I'm clearly [A] Sam Elliott.
[E] Pay attention, I'll graze.
[D] This [B] boy's got something to [F#] say.
Biting social satire, it goes down [E] smooth.
[A] Enjoy the show.
I'm gonna watch [E] that subset.
[A] Cold dead hand.
[E] Cold dead hand.
[A] Cold dead hand.
[F#m] You're a big, big man with a little bitty gland,
so you [E] need something bigger [F#m] with a [E] hairpin trigger.
[F#m] You don't want [E] to get caught [F#m] with your [E] trousers down [F#m] when the [E] psycho [D] killer comes [E] around,
[F#m] so you make your home like a thunderdome,
and you're [E] always packing [F#m] every way [E] you [F#m] roam.
Let the psychos win no matter [G#] what you do,
cause they're gonna buy way [F#m] more [E] guns than [G] you.
And [F#m] while you're stumbling out of bed,
they put five rounds in the back of your head,
or you get depressed cause the money went south,
and you put your own shotgun in your mouth,
and your kids walk in and they find you there like [E] a headless lump in your [F#m] underwear,
and they move the gun and it kills [C#m] them too,
and your wife just doesn't know what to do,
so [G#] she takes a hand grenade from [F#m] her shoe and [G#m] she bolts up and
And it's all on you.
[C#m]
[Gm] And [G#m] your cold [F#m] dead hand.
[D] [Bm] [D#] [N]
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[F#] _ _ _ [F#m] Some _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] folks ride like the wind, _ [D] with the whispering pines [A] to guide them, [D] and the burning light
[A] inside them [E] keeps them warm in the snow.
_ [A] Others fear the sounds they hear, [D] make banditos out [A] of molehills,
fill [D] their hearths with [A] forqueued pine quills.
[E] They're dead and buried long before they go.
_ [F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand, [F#m]
his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his cold [F#m] dead hand.
What did he say?
It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
[E] takes a cold dead heart, [D] and is near as [A] I can [C#m] figure.
With your cold dead aim you're [D] trying to prove your [A] dick is bigger, but [E] we know _
_ [D] [C#m] your chariot [Bm] may not be [F#] swinging _ low.
_ _ _ [E] Cold dead hand, _ [A] cold dead hand, [E] cold dead hand, [A] cold dead hand.
[F#m] You're a big big man with a little [E] mini-gland, [F#m] so you need [E] something bigger to fulfill.
They're making fun of everything [F#m] I hold dear, Walter.
_ _ _ [A]
Imagine if the Lord were here, [D] and he knew what you've [A] been thinking,
[D] would his sacred heart [A] be sinking [E] into the _ canyon of dismay.
And [A] on the ones who sell the guns, he'd [D] stick the vultures and [A] _ coyotes,
only [D] the devil's true [A] _ devotees could [E]
profiteer from pain and fear.
[F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand,
[F#m] and his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his [F#] cold dead hand.
[F#m] _ _ _ It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
takes [E] a cold dead heart [D] and is near as [A] I can figure.
[C#m] Hi, _ [D] I'm clearly [A] Sam Elliott.
_ [E] Pay attention, I'll graze.
[D] This [B] boy's got something to [F#] say.
Biting social satire, it goes down [E] smooth. _
[A] Enjoy the show.
_ I'm gonna watch [E] that subset. _ _
[A] Cold dead hand.
_ _ [E] _ Cold dead hand.
[A] Cold dead _ hand.
[F#m] You're a big, big man with a little bitty gland,
so you [E] need something bigger [F#m] with a [E] hairpin trigger.
[F#m] You don't want [E] to get caught [F#m] with your [E] trousers down [F#m] when the [E] psycho [D] killer comes [E] around,
[F#m] so you make your home like a thunderdome,
and you're [E] always packing [F#m] every way [E] you [F#m] roam.
Let the psychos win no matter [G#] what you do,
cause they're gonna buy way [F#m] more [E] guns than [G] you. _
And [F#m] while you're stumbling out of bed,
they put five rounds in the back of your head,
or you get depressed cause the money went south,
and you put your own shotgun in your mouth,
and your kids walk in and they find you there like [E] a headless lump in your [F#m] underwear,
and they move the gun and it kills [C#m] them too,
and your wife just doesn't know what to do,
so [G#] she takes a hand grenade from [F#m] her shoe and [G#m] she bolts up and_ _
_ And it's all _ _ on _ _ you.
[C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] And [G#m] your cold [F#m] dead hand.
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
[A] inside them [E] keeps them warm in the snow.
_ [A] Others fear the sounds they hear, [D] make banditos out [A] of molehills,
fill [D] their hearths with [A] forqueued pine quills.
[E] They're dead and buried long before they go.
_ [F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand, [F#m]
his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his cold [F#m] dead hand.
What did he say?
It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
[E] takes a cold dead heart, [D] and is near as [A] I can [C#m] figure.
With your cold dead aim you're [D] trying to prove your [A] dick is bigger, but [E] we know _
_ [D] [C#m] your chariot [Bm] may not be [F#] swinging _ low.
_ _ _ [E] Cold dead hand, _ [A] cold dead hand, [E] cold dead hand, [A] cold dead hand.
[F#m] You're a big big man with a little [E] mini-gland, [F#m] so you need [E] something bigger to fulfill.
They're making fun of everything [F#m] I hold dear, Walter.
_ _ _ [A]
Imagine if the Lord were here, [D] and he knew what you've [A] been thinking,
[D] would his sacred heart [A] be sinking [E] into the _ canyon of dismay.
And [A] on the ones who sell the guns, he'd [D] stick the vultures and [A] _ coyotes,
only [D] the devil's true [A] _ devotees could [E]
profiteer from pain and fear.
[F#m]
Charlton Heston [A] movies are no longer in demand,
[F#m] and his immortal soul may [A] lay forever in the sand.
[D] The angels wouldn't take him up [A] to heaven like he planned,
[E] cause they couldn't pry that gun [Bm] from his [F#] cold dead hand.
[F#m] _ _ _ It [E] takes a cold dead hand [D] to decide to pull [A] the trigger,
takes [E] a cold dead heart [D] and is near as [A] I can figure.
[C#m] Hi, _ [D] I'm clearly [A] Sam Elliott.
_ [E] Pay attention, I'll graze.
[D] This [B] boy's got something to [F#] say.
Biting social satire, it goes down [E] smooth. _
[A] Enjoy the show.
_ I'm gonna watch [E] that subset. _ _
[A] Cold dead hand.
_ _ [E] _ Cold dead hand.
[A] Cold dead _ hand.
[F#m] You're a big, big man with a little bitty gland,
so you [E] need something bigger [F#m] with a [E] hairpin trigger.
[F#m] You don't want [E] to get caught [F#m] with your [E] trousers down [F#m] when the [E] psycho [D] killer comes [E] around,
[F#m] so you make your home like a thunderdome,
and you're [E] always packing [F#m] every way [E] you [F#m] roam.
Let the psychos win no matter [G#] what you do,
cause they're gonna buy way [F#m] more [E] guns than [G] you. _
And [F#m] while you're stumbling out of bed,
they put five rounds in the back of your head,
or you get depressed cause the money went south,
and you put your own shotgun in your mouth,
and your kids walk in and they find you there like [E] a headless lump in your [F#m] underwear,
and they move the gun and it kills [C#m] them too,
and your wife just doesn't know what to do,
so [G#] she takes a hand grenade from [F#m] her shoe and [G#m] she bolts up and_ _
_ And it's all _ _ on _ _ you.
[C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] And [G#m] your cold [F#m] dead hand.
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _