Chords for Have Heart - No Roses, No Skies[lyrics]
Tempo:
86.625 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#
C#m
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
![Have Heart - No Roses, No Skies[lyrics] chords](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pihRAHaFbdo/mqdefault.jpg)
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[C#m] [A] [C#m]
[A] [C#m]
She's a strong young [A] son.
She's a wild, up in here, young, [C#] heartless one.
She's a strong young son.
And I'm the wild, rough man, you know it's all a scam, man.
[E] I'm not bad, I'm not [C#m] bad.
I've been the boss of the door on the track.
I've been [E] down the street fast asleep, man.
You can't play, the race is just a rave.
The day you fade, the next day, you're gonna be cured of lots of hell.
Cause the cops are here, they're after you.
You, me, anyone, anyone.
But you're beautiful, [C#] so put your head down, don't talk too loud.
So don't get left out all alone.
[A] And what do we do?
Just look at the gold, and look at that pretty solid.
Lock your [B] mouth, lock your ears, smoke your eyes.
Remember young, I'm gonna [C#] blow.
You're not as broke, and you are not less.
You think I'm beautiful?
[A] Yes, I am.
I'm about to let [G#] you in.
Young son, don't [C#] make too loud.
That's what you're [A] listening for.
I'm Bill Jones, so what's your problem?
It's a [G#] slutty fest, don't make too [C#] loud.
[A] Put a knife in your dick, it's in the pain.
And wait, you're the only one.
No rose, no sky, for the beauty is a gun.
Who dies for a [C#] rose with every morning sun.
Allah!
[E] [A]
[C#] Allah!
[E] [A] [C#]
Don't kill your power.
Allah!
[E] Don't [A] kill
[C#m] your power.
[E] [A] Allah!
Don't kill your power.
[C#m] [B]
[A] [C#m]
She's a strong young [A] son.
She's a wild, up in here, young, [C#] heartless one.
She's a strong young son.
And I'm the wild, rough man, you know it's all a scam, man.
[E] I'm not bad, I'm not [C#m] bad.
I've been the boss of the door on the track.
I've been [E] down the street fast asleep, man.
You can't play, the race is just a rave.
The day you fade, the next day, you're gonna be cured of lots of hell.
Cause the cops are here, they're after you.
You, me, anyone, anyone.
But you're beautiful, [C#] so put your head down, don't talk too loud.
So don't get left out all alone.
[A] And what do we do?
Just look at the gold, and look at that pretty solid.
Lock your [B] mouth, lock your ears, smoke your eyes.
Remember young, I'm gonna [C#] blow.
You're not as broke, and you are not less.
You think I'm beautiful?
[A] Yes, I am.
I'm about to let [G#] you in.
Young son, don't [C#] make too loud.
That's what you're [A] listening for.
I'm Bill Jones, so what's your problem?
It's a [G#] slutty fest, don't make too [C#] loud.
[A] Put a knife in your dick, it's in the pain.
And wait, you're the only one.
No rose, no sky, for the beauty is a gun.
Who dies for a [C#] rose with every morning sun.
Allah!
[E] [A]
[C#] Allah!
[E] [A] [C#]
Don't kill your power.
Allah!
[E] Don't [A] kill
[C#m] your power.
[E] [A] Allah!
Don't kill your power.
[C#m] [B]
Key:
A
C#
C#m
E
B
A
C#
C#m
[C#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m]
She's a strong young [A] son.
She's a wild, up in here, young, [C#] heartless one.
She's a strong young son.
And I'm the wild, rough man, you know it's all a scam, man.
[E] I'm not bad, I'm not [C#m] bad.
I've been the boss of the door on the track.
I've been [E] down the street fast asleep, man.
You can't play, the race is just a rave.
The day you fade, the next day, you're gonna be cured of lots of hell.
Cause the cops are here, they're after you.
You, me, anyone, anyone.
But you're beautiful, [C#] so put your head down, don't talk too loud.
So don't get left out all alone.
[A] And what do we do?
Just look at the gold, and look at that pretty solid.
Lock your [B] mouth, lock your ears, smoke your eyes.
Remember young, I'm gonna [C#] blow.
You're not as broke, and you are not less. _ _ _
You think I'm beautiful?
[A] Yes, I am. _ _
_ I'm about to let [G#] you in.
Young son, don't [C#] make too loud.
That's what you're [A] listening for.
I'm Bill Jones, so what's your problem?
It's a [G#] slutty fest, don't make too [C#] loud.
[A] _ Put a knife in your dick, it's in the pain.
And wait, you're the only one.
No rose, no sky, for the beauty is a gun.
Who dies for a [C#] rose with every morning sun.
Allah!
_ _ _ [E] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] Allah! _ _
_ [E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
Don't kill your power.
Allah!
[E] Don't [A] kill _ _
_ [C#m] _ your power.
_ [E] [A] Allah!
Don't kill your power. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m]
She's a strong young [A] son.
She's a wild, up in here, young, [C#] heartless one.
She's a strong young son.
And I'm the wild, rough man, you know it's all a scam, man.
[E] I'm not bad, I'm not [C#m] bad.
I've been the boss of the door on the track.
I've been [E] down the street fast asleep, man.
You can't play, the race is just a rave.
The day you fade, the next day, you're gonna be cured of lots of hell.
Cause the cops are here, they're after you.
You, me, anyone, anyone.
But you're beautiful, [C#] so put your head down, don't talk too loud.
So don't get left out all alone.
[A] And what do we do?
Just look at the gold, and look at that pretty solid.
Lock your [B] mouth, lock your ears, smoke your eyes.
Remember young, I'm gonna [C#] blow.
You're not as broke, and you are not less. _ _ _
You think I'm beautiful?
[A] Yes, I am. _ _
_ I'm about to let [G#] you in.
Young son, don't [C#] make too loud.
That's what you're [A] listening for.
I'm Bill Jones, so what's your problem?
It's a [G#] slutty fest, don't make too [C#] loud.
[A] _ Put a knife in your dick, it's in the pain.
And wait, you're the only one.
No rose, no sky, for the beauty is a gun.
Who dies for a [C#] rose with every morning sun.
Allah!
_ _ _ [E] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] Allah! _ _
_ [E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
Don't kill your power.
Allah!
[E] Don't [A] kill _ _
_ [C#m] _ your power.
_ [E] [A] Allah!
Don't kill your power. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _