Chords for Vaudeville Etiquette - Six Feet Deep - Live on Band In Seattle

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_ _ These streets are filthy with _ the blood of businessmen.
[Am] _ _ [G] Yeah, the haggard souls [B] of beggars, thieves [Em] and cheats. _ _ _
The water keeps [B] flooding [Em] in, _ the black [Am] wood is _ thickening, _
_ [E] and [G] the darkest [B] corridors are where [Em] we _ _ sleep. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ Your crooked [Em] streets, _ _ the [Am] ghosts _ _ _ _ _ that [Em] you raise,
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you [Am] never see, _ till we're six [Em] feet deep. _ _ _
They will bury all [B] the secrets [Em] that you keep.
_ _ Well, you would have [B] bought the [Em] house,
you [Am] would have [E] gone [Am] out, _
down [G] in the old tower [B] high up in [Em] the hills.
_ _ _ Oh, they just have washed them away,
the signs of deep [Am] decay, _ _ _
[G] and the twisting _ [B] tunnels deep below [Em] our feet.
_ _ _ [Db] Tell me, [A] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] the streets are _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ grass,
_ the best [Em] you raise,
the [D] grinding wheels,
you [Am] never see, _ till we're six [Em] feet deep. _ _ _ _ _
They will bury all [B] the secrets that you _ keep. _ _ _
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Oh, now [B] the bridges built, then burned them to [Em] the earth. _ _ _
_ [C] [B] Yeah, I sit and watch the rain erode [Em] the dirt.
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_ _ [Am] Now the clouds will churn and wash the [B] light away. _ _
_ _ [Am] Oh, the clouds will churn and wash the [B] light away. _
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[G] Well, [E] I am the needle,
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_ and [A] I am the [Em] twisted [Am] joint.
_ _ [G] I'm a _ wanderer [B] of this fair [Em] going _ age.
I am the heart _ _ _ _ of your _ [Am] _ [E] cataclysmic [Am] age,
_ _ and [G] I'm the quaking ground [B] below your [Em] show-flimped _ dreams.
_ [Am] Tell me the story _ of your crooked [Em] streets. _
_ The ghost [Am] of _ progress never lets [Em] you rest.
The grinding [D] wheels will [Am] never sleep till _ we're six [Em] feet deep.
_ _ _ Then we'll bury all [B] the secrets that [Em] you keep. _
_ _ _ _ Yeah, we'll bury all [B] the secrets that [C] you keep.
Oh, oh.
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_ _ Thank you very much. _ _