Chords for The Legion of Doom - Hands Down Gandhi (Dashboard Confessional vs. Sage Francis)
Tempo:
92.05 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Cm
Bb
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm a soapbox, yelling into megaphones, killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches, the Navy Crest Columbus got crucified in Golden Arches.
But pedestal was too tall to [C] climb on, in fact that's the reason for the high maws.
[Ab] And from up here I see marines and Hummers on a [Bb] conquest,
hundreds of dogs [Ab] with wonder bras and a push-up [Eb] cart.
All for the sake of military [Cm] recruitment.
It's all against me, the way they targeted the [Eb] students.
Like Alibaba, whistling Ohio, the rest of them just stuck doing [Ab] stand-up at a quick [C] convention.
Who are they for?
[E] We all die, we all die.
We all die, [G] we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all [Eb] die.
Glad her [E] ad campaign ain't birth worth the time taken [Eb] from minimum wage labor.
I [B] don't care how naked or fake she looks, she smells like dirty cash and aged [Eb] paper books.
[E] Slow down, Donnie, you're killing them.
Slow down, Donnie, [Cm] you're killing them.
Down this [Ab] issue as I [Eb] can.
Now it's whistle blow versus the pickle holder.
[Bb] Please dismiss, we'll lock you up and throw away the key [Cm] witness.
Justice is the game of the judge.
Check his [Ab] chest density.
Police might leave for Iraq and [Eb] the rest left to destiny.
With Memphis we lost [Bb] paradise.
It's death penalty versus suicidal tendencies.
[E] All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution, making you think [Ab] you're crazy.
It's a billion dollar industry.
They could sell sanity in a bottle [E] of compressed air.
Can I get a pill or can I swill there?
Middle class eliminated, rich kids [F] registered, the poor kids [Eb] educated.
It's funny y'all still haven't grown into your face.
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
[Ab] And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left.
You all give me ethnicity or give me [Eb] dread.
Trust me, you've got to close your alarms.
Because when push turns to shove, you jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system.
Off go [C] the deadlocks, in comes the income.
Briefcase, three-phase, the sickness.
When the cameras start rolling, see the fucks out of the picture.
Briefcase, three-phase, [E] the sickness.
When the cameras start [B] rolling, slow down.
I hear [Cm] you killing them.
Slow down, Ms.
[Ab] Keefer.
[Eb] Miss the safe of the world, the spare is the [Bb] toast.
Save the females, we're [Cm] in a safe universe.
We're a damsel in [Ab] distress, tied down to a trap of isolated [Eb] existence.
Generalize my disease, I need a taste of what it's [Bb] like.
Living off the fatal genes, I play the scavenger.
[F] Hunger strike, hunger [E] strike, hunger strike.
Slow down, Garvey, [Eb] you're killing them.
One love, one life, one in many forms.
Republican, Democrat, one-party system.
Media goes into frenzy, the script of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let them freestyle, winner [Cm] takes all.
When the music settles, have Ted Nugent's head hanging [Eb] on my wall.
Kill Luna Forrest, we'll kill Luna Fjord.
With some friendly fire, it's a funny turn, like civil war.
Six in [B] the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights [E] consist of two-tone fixin' eyelids.
Vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavors, food made of [Cm] mutated hybrid.
They tell me that it's not that [Ab] bad.
It fucks you up good, but it's not that [Eb] bad.
They hold onto these tails to lift the dog that [Bb] wags.
God save us all, and we let the cat out of [Cm] the bag.
Now people want to blame for the strain on my vocal [Eb] cords.
Who can penetrate the thread but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about [Bb] the global war, but can't control the war.
The war that they voted [Cm] for, they call the shot.
It's a yellow [Ab] ribbon,
[Eb] the [F] authority.
[Eb] The truth keeps calling me, tell the [Cm] story.
So look for truth, critique and [Ab] forgive this.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe [Eb] in scissors.
You support the troops, but we're a [Bb] yellow ribbon?
Just bring home all you motherfucking brothers and [Cm] sisters,
cause they don't call the shot.
[Ab] I'd like to call the cops, but [Eb] they call the shots.
I'ma call the cops, but they call the shots.
The truth keeps [Db] calling me, and I'ma live
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches, the Navy Crest Columbus got crucified in Golden Arches.
But pedestal was too tall to [C] climb on, in fact that's the reason for the high maws.
[Ab] And from up here I see marines and Hummers on a [Bb] conquest,
hundreds of dogs [Ab] with wonder bras and a push-up [Eb] cart.
All for the sake of military [Cm] recruitment.
It's all against me, the way they targeted the [Eb] students.
Like Alibaba, whistling Ohio, the rest of them just stuck doing [Ab] stand-up at a quick [C] convention.
Who are they for?
[E] We all die, we all die.
We all die, [G] we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all [Eb] die.
Glad her [E] ad campaign ain't birth worth the time taken [Eb] from minimum wage labor.
I [B] don't care how naked or fake she looks, she smells like dirty cash and aged [Eb] paper books.
[E] Slow down, Donnie, you're killing them.
Slow down, Donnie, [Cm] you're killing them.
Down this [Ab] issue as I [Eb] can.
Now it's whistle blow versus the pickle holder.
[Bb] Please dismiss, we'll lock you up and throw away the key [Cm] witness.
Justice is the game of the judge.
Check his [Ab] chest density.
Police might leave for Iraq and [Eb] the rest left to destiny.
With Memphis we lost [Bb] paradise.
It's death penalty versus suicidal tendencies.
[E] All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution, making you think [Ab] you're crazy.
It's a billion dollar industry.
They could sell sanity in a bottle [E] of compressed air.
Can I get a pill or can I swill there?
Middle class eliminated, rich kids [F] registered, the poor kids [Eb] educated.
It's funny y'all still haven't grown into your face.
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
[Ab] And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left.
You all give me ethnicity or give me [Eb] dread.
Trust me, you've got to close your alarms.
Because when push turns to shove, you jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system.
Off go [C] the deadlocks, in comes the income.
Briefcase, three-phase, the sickness.
When the cameras start rolling, see the fucks out of the picture.
Briefcase, three-phase, [E] the sickness.
When the cameras start [B] rolling, slow down.
I hear [Cm] you killing them.
Slow down, Ms.
[Ab] Keefer.
[Eb] Miss the safe of the world, the spare is the [Bb] toast.
Save the females, we're [Cm] in a safe universe.
We're a damsel in [Ab] distress, tied down to a trap of isolated [Eb] existence.
Generalize my disease, I need a taste of what it's [Bb] like.
Living off the fatal genes, I play the scavenger.
[F] Hunger strike, hunger [E] strike, hunger strike.
Slow down, Garvey, [Eb] you're killing them.
One love, one life, one in many forms.
Republican, Democrat, one-party system.
Media goes into frenzy, the script of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let them freestyle, winner [Cm] takes all.
When the music settles, have Ted Nugent's head hanging [Eb] on my wall.
Kill Luna Forrest, we'll kill Luna Fjord.
With some friendly fire, it's a funny turn, like civil war.
Six in [B] the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights [E] consist of two-tone fixin' eyelids.
Vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavors, food made of [Cm] mutated hybrid.
They tell me that it's not that [Ab] bad.
It fucks you up good, but it's not that [Eb] bad.
They hold onto these tails to lift the dog that [Bb] wags.
God save us all, and we let the cat out of [Cm] the bag.
Now people want to blame for the strain on my vocal [Eb] cords.
Who can penetrate the thread but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about [Bb] the global war, but can't control the war.
The war that they voted [Cm] for, they call the shot.
It's a yellow [Ab] ribbon,
[Eb] the [F] authority.
[Eb] The truth keeps calling me, tell the [Cm] story.
So look for truth, critique and [Ab] forgive this.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe [Eb] in scissors.
You support the troops, but we're a [Bb] yellow ribbon?
Just bring home all you motherfucking brothers and [Cm] sisters,
cause they don't call the shot.
[Ab] I'd like to call the cops, but [Eb] they call the shots.
I'ma call the cops, but they call the shots.
The truth keeps [Db] calling me, and I'ma live
Key:
Eb
Ab
Cm
Bb
E
Eb
Ab
Cm
I'm a soapbox, yelling into megaphones, killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches, the Navy Crest Columbus got crucified in Golden Arches.
But pedestal was too tall to [C] climb on, in fact that's the reason for the high maws.
[Ab] And from up here I see marines and Hummers on a [Bb] conquest,
hundreds of dogs [Ab] with wonder bras and a push-up [Eb] cart.
All for the sake of military [Cm] recruitment.
It's all against me, the way they targeted the [Eb] students.
Like Alibaba, whistling Ohio, the rest of them just stuck doing [Ab] stand-up at a quick [C] convention.
Who are they for?
[E] We all die, we all die.
We all die, [G] we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all [Eb] die.
Glad her [E] ad campaign ain't birth worth the time taken [Eb] from minimum wage labor.
I [B] don't care how naked or fake she looks, she smells like dirty cash and aged [Eb] paper books.
[E] Slow down, Donnie, you're killing them.
Slow down, Donnie, [Cm] you're killing them.
Down this [Ab] issue as I [Eb] can.
Now it's whistle blow versus the pickle holder.
[Bb] Please dismiss, we'll lock you up and throw away the key [Cm] witness.
Justice is the game of the judge.
Check his [Ab] chest density.
Police might leave for Iraq and [Eb] the rest left to destiny.
With Memphis we lost [Bb] paradise.
It's death penalty versus suicidal tendencies.
[E] All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution, making you think [Ab] you're crazy.
It's a billion dollar industry.
They could sell sanity in a bottle [E] of compressed air.
Can I get a pill or can I swill there?
Middle class eliminated, rich kids [F] registered, the poor kids [Eb] educated.
It's funny y'all still haven't grown into your face.
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
[Ab] And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left.
You all give me ethnicity or give me [Eb] dread.
Trust me, you've got to close your alarms.
Because when push turns to shove, you jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system.
Off go [C] the deadlocks, in comes the income.
Briefcase, three-phase, the sickness.
When the cameras start rolling, see the fucks out of the picture.
Briefcase, three-phase, [E] the sickness.
When the cameras start [B] rolling, slow down.
I hear [Cm] you killing them.
Slow down, Ms.
[Ab] Keefer. _ _ _
[Eb] Miss the safe of the world, the spare is the [Bb] toast.
Save the females, we're [Cm] in a safe universe.
We're a damsel in [Ab] distress, tied down to a trap of isolated [Eb] existence.
Generalize my disease, I need a taste of what it's [Bb] like.
Living off the fatal genes, I play the scavenger.
[F] Hunger strike, hunger [E] strike, hunger strike.
Slow down, Garvey, [Eb] you're killing them.
One love, one life, one in many forms.
Republican, Democrat, one-party system.
Media goes into frenzy, the script of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let them freestyle, winner [Cm] takes all.
When the music settles, have Ted Nugent's head hanging [Eb] on my wall.
Kill Luna Forrest, we'll kill Luna Fjord.
With some friendly fire, it's a funny turn, like civil war.
Six in [B] the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights [E] consist of two-tone fixin' eyelids.
Vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavors, food made of [Cm] mutated hybrid.
They tell me that it's not that [Ab] bad.
It fucks you up good, but it's not that [Eb] bad.
They hold onto these tails to lift the dog that [Bb] wags.
God save us all, and we let the cat out of [Cm] the bag.
Now people want to blame for the strain on my vocal [Eb] cords.
Who can penetrate the thread but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about [Bb] the global war, but can't control the war.
The war that they voted [Cm] for, they call the shot.
It's a yellow [Ab] ribbon, _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ the [F] authority.
[Eb] The truth keeps calling me, tell the [Cm] story.
So look for truth, critique and [Ab] forgive this.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe [Eb] in scissors.
You support the troops, but we're a [Bb] yellow ribbon?
Just bring home all you motherfucking brothers and [Cm] sisters,
cause they don't call the shot.
_ [Ab] I'd like to call the cops, but [Eb] they call the shots.
I'ma call the cops, but they call the shots.
The truth keeps [Db] calling me, and I'ma live
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches, the Navy Crest Columbus got crucified in Golden Arches.
But pedestal was too tall to [C] climb on, in fact that's the reason for the high maws.
[Ab] And from up here I see marines and Hummers on a [Bb] conquest,
hundreds of dogs [Ab] with wonder bras and a push-up [Eb] cart.
All for the sake of military [Cm] recruitment.
It's all against me, the way they targeted the [Eb] students.
Like Alibaba, whistling Ohio, the rest of them just stuck doing [Ab] stand-up at a quick [C] convention.
Who are they for?
[E] We all die, we all die.
We all die, [G] we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all die.
We all die, we all [Eb] die.
Glad her [E] ad campaign ain't birth worth the time taken [Eb] from minimum wage labor.
I [B] don't care how naked or fake she looks, she smells like dirty cash and aged [Eb] paper books.
[E] Slow down, Donnie, you're killing them.
Slow down, Donnie, [Cm] you're killing them.
Down this [Ab] issue as I [Eb] can.
Now it's whistle blow versus the pickle holder.
[Bb] Please dismiss, we'll lock you up and throw away the key [Cm] witness.
Justice is the game of the judge.
Check his [Ab] chest density.
Police might leave for Iraq and [Eb] the rest left to destiny.
With Memphis we lost [Bb] paradise.
It's death penalty versus suicidal tendencies.
[E] All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution, making you think [Ab] you're crazy.
It's a billion dollar industry.
They could sell sanity in a bottle [E] of compressed air.
Can I get a pill or can I swill there?
Middle class eliminated, rich kids [F] registered, the poor kids [Eb] educated.
It's funny y'all still haven't grown into your face.
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
[Ab] And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left.
You all give me ethnicity or give me [Eb] dread.
Trust me, you've got to close your alarms.
Because when push turns to shove, you jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system.
Off go [C] the deadlocks, in comes the income.
Briefcase, three-phase, the sickness.
When the cameras start rolling, see the fucks out of the picture.
Briefcase, three-phase, [E] the sickness.
When the cameras start [B] rolling, slow down.
I hear [Cm] you killing them.
Slow down, Ms.
[Ab] Keefer. _ _ _
[Eb] Miss the safe of the world, the spare is the [Bb] toast.
Save the females, we're [Cm] in a safe universe.
We're a damsel in [Ab] distress, tied down to a trap of isolated [Eb] existence.
Generalize my disease, I need a taste of what it's [Bb] like.
Living off the fatal genes, I play the scavenger.
[F] Hunger strike, hunger [E] strike, hunger strike.
Slow down, Garvey, [Eb] you're killing them.
One love, one life, one in many forms.
Republican, Democrat, one-party system.
Media goes into frenzy, the script of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let them freestyle, winner [Cm] takes all.
When the music settles, have Ted Nugent's head hanging [Eb] on my wall.
Kill Luna Forrest, we'll kill Luna Fjord.
With some friendly fire, it's a funny turn, like civil war.
Six in [B] the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights [E] consist of two-tone fixin' eyelids.
Vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavors, food made of [Cm] mutated hybrid.
They tell me that it's not that [Ab] bad.
It fucks you up good, but it's not that [Eb] bad.
They hold onto these tails to lift the dog that [Bb] wags.
God save us all, and we let the cat out of [Cm] the bag.
Now people want to blame for the strain on my vocal [Eb] cords.
Who can penetrate the thread but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about [Bb] the global war, but can't control the war.
The war that they voted [Cm] for, they call the shot.
It's a yellow [Ab] ribbon, _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ the [F] authority.
[Eb] The truth keeps calling me, tell the [Cm] story.
So look for truth, critique and [Ab] forgive this.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe [Eb] in scissors.
You support the troops, but we're a [Bb] yellow ribbon?
Just bring home all you motherfucking brothers and [Cm] sisters,
cause they don't call the shot.
_ [Ab] I'd like to call the cops, but [Eb] they call the shots.
I'ma call the cops, but they call the shots.
The truth keeps [Db] calling me, and I'ma live