Chords for Stations Of The Cross
Tempo:
144.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
F#
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [F#m]
[A] [D]
[E]
I've always said my prayers, cause I didn't want to die if it's all the same.
At [A] least that's [D] what they say, [A] they play it on a Sunday, [D] they know it's [E] not a game.
Well we're happy in the suburbs, just sucking on our spoons.
But people here are emptier than the surface of the moon.
[B] So grand control to Major Tom, now what's a boy to do?
You know everything is changing, [D] but nothing [Em] ever [E] changes.
Make a home and hunker in your ditch, and wait for all the clouds to blow us off the pitch.
[F#] Ah shit, well now look what you did.
[A] And everything is glowing, [D] everything [Em] is glowing.
[E] And we're marching in pairs, they're rolling up their sleeves.
And someone threatening someone else, well someone has to bleed if it's all the same.
[F#] Just arrogance and [B] greed.
So hold on to your [G] hatchets, and [E] never hatchet.
We can't follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] And it's nothing like [F#] the slaves, [A] they taught you growing up.
[F#m] [E]
[B] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[E] You're hair and white and up your teeth.
No one really cared for what was really underneath, oh [A] it's all the same.
Just [F#] sycophants and creeps, [D] and they're not really happy.
They're not [E] really happy.
Oh, where did you go?
Did you [B] get sick [A] of [F#] fetching the stick?
[D] The others were caution, but you're far too quick.
[Em] The corn, the bus, maybe the N-18.
It rolled [E] down Harrow Road, passed the greatest of whips and grease.
[F#] Everyone was laughing, and picking at the seats.
[D] It took a [A] little bit of story through, and old [E] Ro got received.
Go home, you cowardly dicks.
Wait for all the predators to blow us off a bit, blue screens.
[A] Turn it [F#] all to cash.
[B] No, it's not really killing, it's just putting it on a map.
[E] Weekends follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] There's nothing [F#] like the slaves, they [A] taught you growing up.
[E] So live with your parents for a while.
Everyone's growing so nice and really [A] coming along.
And I hope that when 30's finally here, you can sit in your bedroom,
shout to your [E] neighbours, and raise a gump in the windows
in the garden with flowers you can count on your fingers.
There's no love in this town anymore,
but if you want to find love, you can always go to [E] London.
[A] [D]
[E]
I've always said my prayers, cause I didn't want to die if it's all the same.
At [A] least that's [D] what they say, [A] they play it on a Sunday, [D] they know it's [E] not a game.
Well we're happy in the suburbs, just sucking on our spoons.
But people here are emptier than the surface of the moon.
[B] So grand control to Major Tom, now what's a boy to do?
You know everything is changing, [D] but nothing [Em] ever [E] changes.
Make a home and hunker in your ditch, and wait for all the clouds to blow us off the pitch.
[F#] Ah shit, well now look what you did.
[A] And everything is glowing, [D] everything [Em] is glowing.
[E] And we're marching in pairs, they're rolling up their sleeves.
And someone threatening someone else, well someone has to bleed if it's all the same.
[F#] Just arrogance and [B] greed.
So hold on to your [G] hatchets, and [E] never hatchet.
We can't follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] And it's nothing like [F#] the slaves, [A] they taught you growing up.
[F#m] [E]
[B] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[E] You're hair and white and up your teeth.
No one really cared for what was really underneath, oh [A] it's all the same.
Just [F#] sycophants and creeps, [D] and they're not really happy.
They're not [E] really happy.
Oh, where did you go?
Did you [B] get sick [A] of [F#] fetching the stick?
[D] The others were caution, but you're far too quick.
[Em] The corn, the bus, maybe the N-18.
It rolled [E] down Harrow Road, passed the greatest of whips and grease.
[F#] Everyone was laughing, and picking at the seats.
[D] It took a [A] little bit of story through, and old [E] Ro got received.
Go home, you cowardly dicks.
Wait for all the predators to blow us off a bit, blue screens.
[A] Turn it [F#] all to cash.
[B] No, it's not really killing, it's just putting it on a map.
[E] Weekends follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] There's nothing [F#] like the slaves, they [A] taught you growing up.
[E] So live with your parents for a while.
Everyone's growing so nice and really [A] coming along.
And I hope that when 30's finally here, you can sit in your bedroom,
shout to your [E] neighbours, and raise a gump in the windows
in the garden with flowers you can count on your fingers.
There's no love in this town anymore,
but if you want to find love, you can always go to [E] London.
Key:
A
E
D
F#
B
A
E
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I've always said my prayers, cause I didn't want to die if it's all the same.
At [A] least that's [D] what they say, [A] they play it on a Sunday, [D] they know it's [E] not a game.
Well we're happy in the suburbs, just sucking on our spoons.
But people here are emptier than the surface of the moon.
[B] So grand control to Major Tom, now what's a boy to do?
You know everything is changing, [D] but nothing [Em] ever [E] changes.
Make a home and hunker in your ditch, and wait for all the clouds to blow us off the pitch.
[F#] Ah shit, _ well now look what you did.
[A] And everything is glowing, [D] everything [Em] is glowing.
[E] And we're marching in pairs, they're rolling up their sleeves.
And someone threatening someone else, well someone has to bleed if it's all the same.
[F#] Just arrogance and [B] greed.
So hold on to your [G] hatchets, and [E] never hatchet.
We can't follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] And it's nothing like [F#] the slaves, [A] they taught you growing up.
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [E] _ You're hair and white and up your teeth.
No one really cared for what was really underneath, oh [A] it's all the same.
Just [F#] sycophants and creeps, [D] and they're not really happy.
They're not [E] really happy.
Oh, _ _ _ where did you go? _ _ _
Did you [B] get sick [A] of [F#] fetching the stick?
[D] The others were caution, but you're far too quick.
[Em] The corn, _ the bus, maybe the N-18.
It rolled [E] down Harrow Road, passed the greatest of whips and grease.
[F#] Everyone was laughing, and picking at the seats.
[D] It took a [A] little bit of story through, and old [E] Ro got received.
Go _ home, you cowardly dicks.
Wait for all the predators to blow us off a bit, blue screens.
_ [A] Turn it [F#] all to cash.
[B] No, it's not really killing, it's just putting it on a map.
[E] _ _ Weekends follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] There's nothing [F#] like the slaves, they [A] _ taught you growing up.
_ [E] _ _ So live with your parents for a while.
Everyone's growing so nice and really [A] coming along.
And I hope that when 30's finally here, you can sit in your bedroom,
shout to your [E] neighbours, and _ raise a gump in the windows
in the garden with flowers you can count on your fingers.
There's no love in this town anymore,
but if you want to find love, you can always go to [E] London. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I've always said my prayers, cause I didn't want to die if it's all the same.
At [A] least that's [D] what they say, [A] they play it on a Sunday, [D] they know it's [E] not a game.
Well we're happy in the suburbs, just sucking on our spoons.
But people here are emptier than the surface of the moon.
[B] So grand control to Major Tom, now what's a boy to do?
You know everything is changing, [D] but nothing [Em] ever [E] changes.
Make a home and hunker in your ditch, and wait for all the clouds to blow us off the pitch.
[F#] Ah shit, _ well now look what you did.
[A] And everything is glowing, [D] everything [Em] is glowing.
[E] And we're marching in pairs, they're rolling up their sleeves.
And someone threatening someone else, well someone has to bleed if it's all the same.
[F#] Just arrogance and [B] greed.
So hold on to your [G] hatchets, and [E] never hatchet.
We can't follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] And it's nothing like [F#] the slaves, [A] they taught you growing up.
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [E] _ You're hair and white and up your teeth.
No one really cared for what was really underneath, oh [A] it's all the same.
Just [F#] sycophants and creeps, [D] and they're not really happy.
They're not [E] really happy.
Oh, _ _ _ where did you go? _ _ _
Did you [B] get sick [A] of [F#] fetching the stick?
[D] The others were caution, but you're far too quick.
[Em] The corn, _ the bus, maybe the N-18.
It rolled [E] down Harrow Road, passed the greatest of whips and grease.
[F#] Everyone was laughing, and picking at the seats.
[D] It took a [A] little bit of story through, and old [E] Ro got received.
Go _ home, you cowardly dicks.
Wait for all the predators to blow us off a bit, blue screens.
_ [A] Turn it [F#] all to cash.
[B] No, it's not really killing, it's just putting it on a map.
[E] _ _ Weekends follow weekends like the stations on the cross.
[A] And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off.
[C#m] There's nothing [F#] like the slaves, they [A] _ taught you growing up.
_ [E] _ _ So live with your parents for a while.
Everyone's growing so nice and really [A] coming along.
And I hope that when 30's finally here, you can sit in your bedroom,
shout to your [E] neighbours, and _ raise a gump in the windows
in the garden with flowers you can count on your fingers.
There's no love in this town anymore,
but if you want to find love, you can always go to [E] London. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _