Chords for Rare Americans - Brittle Bones Nicky 2 (Official Video)

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I'm a _ _ _ _ _ fucking [N] ghost!
He's a ghost!
[Dm] My heart beat blank through the ground I sank.
I met a driver, his name was Hank.
He told me we were on the way.
When I asked where, he said,
Kensei, he intercepted this idea of fate.
He'll drop you off right in front of the gate.
A roller coaster kind of night.
My heart beat blank through the ground I sank.
My whole life right in plain sight.
Saw my mom, held her hand.
Couldn't wait to hug her in the promised land.
A rush of love, flight and dubs.
I must be tripping, what a job.
[F] Am I [Em] going to heaven [Dm] or hell?
[Bb] A question [Am] I've always [Dm] asked myself.
_ [F] Riddle bones, Mickey, [C] were crafty and tricky.
[Dm] It's said [Bb] that you [A] were gold.
_ [F] It's said [C] that you [A] were gold.
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[A] _ Whoa, I'm a fucking ghost! Welcome, _ Mickey!
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_ [A] Welcome to heaven!
[Dm] Welcome to heaven.
The doors [A] opened up, I was ushered in.
Hank said,
Good luck to you, Mickey.
I signed on the door, it read fate.
Two arrows pointed to two gates.
I'm a shoe-wink, I don't hate.
God laughed right in my fucking [D] face.
Don't kid, you made plenty [Dm] mistakes.
Started with the [Db] pie to shift these fates.
The news you made, the scouts were [Db] fake.
You hid your [Dbm] sins in my [Bb] place.
Mom, a dime without a [A] trace.
He's cast away, throwing hell's [Gm] gates.
This ain't fair, you dealt those [Ab] cards.
You made the most of it. _
[A] And the voice came back, blasting the pack.
Spit on my shoes and caught on my [F] back.
I guess [E] I belong [Dm] in hell. _
[Bb] He's gone, [A] the devil [D] _ himself. _
[F] Little bones, Mickey, [Dm] you're not [A] crafty or tricky.
[F] You're a son [C] of hell, but bitch, [Dm] you're a woman.
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[F] Welcome to your [A] new home. _ _
_ _ _ It was a fucking zoo, rotting and spewed.
A cage of murder, bruised, black and blue.
I cried, I gotta get out of this place.
I heard a [D] voice, only one way.
[A] It was Ben, it'd been years.
Saved him from the three musketeers.
Man, I was happy to see his face.
I owe you one, I'll help you out of this maze.
Approach the [Am] devil with venomous grace.
Tell him you're fucked with the human race.
[Dm] He may let you out, but ghosts are gone.
Scare [A] the shit out of who you want.
This is your time, you pick up on crime.
The devil might lay you into heaven in time.
The fly's right there for you to please.
Say a prayer and get on your knees. _ _
[F] I gotta get out of [Dm] this hell.
[Bb] Would you sell your [Am] soul to save [Dm] yourself? _ _
[F] I'm not gonna [C] get pushed around.
[Dm] I'm not going [A] down, [F] down, down.
_ I'm not [A] _ going _ _ down.
[Dm] Come on in, take a [Db] seat.
He turned around, only saw his [C] feet.
The voice I knew, I just [Bb] heard.
He turned around [A] and was gosh, [Dm] blurred.
Surprised, moved the alarm.
[Db] On the glass, I cut a [C] scar.
You are sick, it's all a [Bb] trick.
Tell me [A] why you're in my [Dm] sight.
I'll make you a deal, if I can't [Db] close.
Finish me to the down [C] below.
Crafty, you tricked me.
[Bb] Millions of [A] people dig me.
[Dm] Let me go back, make people [Dbm] crack.
I'll give you your right.
Grab your [C] past to see my mom. _
[Bb] Marching [A] back. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ Real [C] bones, Nicky.
[Dm] Was [A] crafty and tricky.
Yeah, that [F] son [C] of a bitch was [Dm] gold.
_ [A] _ Yeah, [F] that son of [C] a bitch [Dm] was gold. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So here I am, not quite a man.
But I always got a game plan.
I'll waffle feathers, waffle folks.
But you know me, I'm a good bloke. _
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