Chords for Hollywood Undead - City Of The Dead (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
70.1 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
G
Fm
Ab
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ebm] [Abm] [Em] Fresh eyes plucked from only [B] the finest of heads.
[C] [B] It's another [Gm] glorious day in the City of the Dead.
[D] [Gm] [Am] All eyes on you, citizens.
We [C] know you love it.
[D] [Fm] [Cm]
[Ab] [Cm] [G] [C]
[Ab] [Fm] [G] [Cm] Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I found my crown, [G] and I found my [C] head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
She [Fm] said there was a place [Cm] where [B] every single person had the [Cm] same face.
So she [Fm] fled, and [Cm] I stayed.
The [G] life in her eyes seemed to [Cm] fade away.
She [Ab] sold all of her [Cm] money, and [G] I'm fucking stoned.
[C]
So [Ab] why is my soul so [Cm] hungry for a broken home?
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I [G] found my crown, and [Cm] I found my head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the [Fm] Dead.
Where the lost are found, [G] and the free, sweet [C] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
[Fm] I'll [G] come home.
[C]
There goes [Ab] the sun.
[F] I'll come [G] home, son.
[C]
Wimpy eyes, [Abm] that old reflection of [Fm] mine.
Bleeding for a [G] reason, I was leaving behind.
[Cm] I don't think I'm gonna [Fm] make it out.
No, not this time.
Hip-hop's a little tight, [G] my feet are scraping the [Cm] skyline.
Pitting up this [Fm] flood again, so I can bring back the flood again.
No, it's not just [G] sinking in, I'm thinking about the [Cm] end.
My tribe never meant to [Fm] hurt nobody.
I just wanna be somebody.
I'm here, way [G] down below.
All you living [C] look so lovely.
Welcome to the City of the Dead.
[F] Where we all wear [B] crowns upon our [C] heads.
Welcome to the [Fm] City of the Dead.
Where the lost are found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where we all [G] wear crowns upon our [Cm] heads.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
[Fm] I'll [G] come home.
[C] There [Ab] goes the sun.
[F] I'll [G] come home, son.
[Cm] [Fm] And there we have [Cm] it, Dove and Grenade.
[B] See you next [Cm] time, under [Fm] the butcher's blade.
[Cm] [Fm] [G]
[C] [B] It's another [Gm] glorious day in the City of the Dead.
[D] [Gm] [Am] All eyes on you, citizens.
We [C] know you love it.
[D] [Fm] [Cm]
[Ab] [Cm] [G] [C]
[Ab] [Fm] [G] [Cm] Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I found my crown, [G] and I found my [C] head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
She [Fm] said there was a place [Cm] where [B] every single person had the [Cm] same face.
So she [Fm] fled, and [Cm] I stayed.
The [G] life in her eyes seemed to [Cm] fade away.
She [Ab] sold all of her [Cm] money, and [G] I'm fucking stoned.
[C]
So [Ab] why is my soul so [Cm] hungry for a broken home?
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I [G] found my crown, and [Cm] I found my head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the [Fm] Dead.
Where the lost are found, [G] and the free, sweet [C] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
[Fm] I'll [G] come home.
[C]
There goes [Ab] the sun.
[F] I'll come [G] home, son.
[C]
Wimpy eyes, [Abm] that old reflection of [Fm] mine.
Bleeding for a [G] reason, I was leaving behind.
[Cm] I don't think I'm gonna [Fm] make it out.
No, not this time.
Hip-hop's a little tight, [G] my feet are scraping the [Cm] skyline.
Pitting up this [Fm] flood again, so I can bring back the flood again.
No, it's not just [G] sinking in, I'm thinking about the [Cm] end.
My tribe never meant to [Fm] hurt nobody.
I just wanna be somebody.
I'm here, way [G] down below.
All you living [C] look so lovely.
Welcome to the City of the Dead.
[F] Where we all wear [B] crowns upon our [C] heads.
Welcome to the [Fm] City of the Dead.
Where the lost are found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where we all [G] wear crowns upon our [Cm] heads.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
[Fm] I'll [G] come home.
[C] There [Ab] goes the sun.
[F] I'll [G] come home, son.
[Cm] [Fm] And there we have [Cm] it, Dove and Grenade.
[B] See you next [Cm] time, under [Fm] the butcher's blade.
[Cm] [Fm] [G]
Key:
Cm
G
Fm
Ab
C
Cm
G
Fm
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ [Em] _ Fresh eyes plucked from only [B] the finest of heads.
_ [C] [B] It's another [Gm] glorious day in the City of the Dead.
[D] _ _ _ [Gm] [Am] All eyes on you, citizens.
We [C] know you love it.
_ [D] _ [Fm] _ _ [Cm] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] _ [Cm] Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I found my crown, [G] and I found my [C] head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
She [Fm] said there was a place [Cm] where [B] every single person had the [Cm] same face.
So she [Fm] fled, and [Cm] I stayed.
The [G] life in her eyes seemed to [Cm] fade away.
She [Ab] sold all of her [Cm] money, and [G] I'm fucking stoned.
[C]
So [Ab] why is my soul so [Cm] hungry for a broken home?
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I [G] found my crown, and [Cm] I found my head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the [Fm] Dead.
Where the lost are found, [G] and the free, sweet [C] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
_ [Fm] I'll [G] come home.
_ [C]
There goes [Ab] the sun.
[F] I'll come [G] home, son.
_ [C]
Wimpy eyes, [Abm] that old reflection of [Fm] mine.
Bleeding for a [G] reason, I was leaving behind.
[Cm] I don't think I'm gonna [Fm] make it out.
No, not this time.
Hip-hop's a little tight, [G] my feet are scraping the [Cm] skyline.
Pitting up this [Fm] flood again, so I can bring back the flood again.
No, it's not just [G] sinking in, I'm thinking about the [Cm] end.
My tribe never meant to [Fm] hurt nobody.
I just wanna be somebody.
I'm here, way [G] down below.
All you living [C] look so lovely.
Welcome to the City of the Dead.
[F] Where we all wear [B] crowns upon our [C] heads.
Welcome to the [Fm] City of the Dead.
Where the lost are found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
_ Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where we all [G] wear crowns upon our [Cm] heads.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
[Fm] I'll [G] come home.
_ [C] There [Ab] goes the sun.
[F] I'll [G] come home, son.
[Cm] _ [Fm] And there we have [Cm] it, Dove and Grenade.
[B] See you next [Cm] time, under [Fm] the butcher's blade.
[Cm] _ [Fm] _ [G] _
_ [C] [B] It's another [Gm] glorious day in the City of the Dead.
[D] _ _ _ [Gm] [Am] All eyes on you, citizens.
We [C] know you love it.
_ [D] _ [Fm] _ _ [Cm] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] _ [Cm] Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I found my crown, [G] and I found my [C] head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
She [Fm] said there was a place [Cm] where [B] every single person had the [Cm] same face.
So she [Fm] fled, and [Cm] I stayed.
The [G] life in her eyes seemed to [Cm] fade away.
She [Ab] sold all of her [Cm] money, and [G] I'm fucking stoned.
[C]
So [Ab] why is my soul so [Cm] hungry for a broken home?
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[F] Where I [G] found my crown, and [Cm] I found my head.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the [Fm] Dead.
Where the lost are found, [G] and the free, sweet [C] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
_ [Fm] I'll [G] come home.
_ [C]
There goes [Ab] the sun.
[F] I'll come [G] home, son.
_ [C]
Wimpy eyes, [Abm] that old reflection of [Fm] mine.
Bleeding for a [G] reason, I was leaving behind.
[Cm] I don't think I'm gonna [Fm] make it out.
No, not this time.
Hip-hop's a little tight, [G] my feet are scraping the [Cm] skyline.
Pitting up this [Fm] flood again, so I can bring back the flood again.
No, it's not just [G] sinking in, I'm thinking about the [Cm] end.
My tribe never meant to [Fm] hurt nobody.
I just wanna be somebody.
I'm here, way [G] down below.
All you living [C] look so lovely.
Welcome to the City of the Dead.
[F] Where we all wear [B] crowns upon our [C] heads.
Welcome to the [Fm] City of the Dead.
Where the lost are found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
_ Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where we all [G] wear crowns upon our [Cm] heads.
Welcome to the [Ab] City of the Dead.
[Fm] Where the lost are [G] found, and the free, sweet [Cm] rest.
There [Ab] goes the sun.
[Fm] I'll [G] come home.
_ [C] There [Ab] goes the sun.
[F] I'll [G] come home, son.
[Cm] _ [Fm] And there we have [Cm] it, Dove and Grenade.
[B] See you next [Cm] time, under [Fm] the butcher's blade.
[Cm] _ [Fm] _ [G] _