Chords for Zodiac Mindwarp & The Love Reaction - Elvis Died For You (Promo Video*)
Tempo:
104.05 bpm
Chords used:
F
Eb
C
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
[F] [Eb] [C]
[Eb] [F] [Cm] [C]
[Eb] [F] [C]
Elvis went to heaven, they died for [F] all our [Eb] sin.
The [C] son of God in his killer flair, sunglasses [Eb] and [F] sequins.
[C] Well I believe there's poetry in the soul of [F] every [Eb] man.
[C] If F-101 fighters and my bird [Eb] over there.
[F] [G] There's poetry in the leather [Bb] that he wears, my [F] big Natasha.
[G]
Poetry in your little [Bb] picture.
[Eb] [C]
[Eb] [F] God [Eb] ain't [C] in his heaven,
[Eb] [F] he's [Gm] wearing [C] loose lace shoes.
[Eb] [F] [Eb] God ain't [C] in his heaven,
[Eb] [F] and [G] hell is [C] down for you.
[Eb] There's [C] poetry on the air, baby, sliding [F] across the [Eb] sky.
[C]
It's just like down on a radio wave and into [Eb] my [F] body.
[C]
I believe there's poetry right up [F] inside my [Eb] skin.
[C]
Tigers, geese, and a quail come soon and I believe [Eb] in them skin.
[Gm]
Poetry holds like Ginsburg, [Bb] and [F] Ruffles on the jungle.
[G]
Everything is holy.
[Bb] [Cm]
[F] God [C] ain't in his heaven,
[Eb] [F] [G] he's wearing loose [C] lace shoes.
[F] God [C] ain't in his heaven, [Eb] [F] and hell [Gm] is [C] down for you.
This rock and roll [Eb] [C]
is dynamite.
Black and white.
[N] Dynamite, Bob.
The Moscow, London, or Memphis.
This rock and roll is filled with dynamite.
Elvis Presley is bust away, [G] the king of rock and [N] roll.
Okay, how about, [D] rip it up.
[G] [D] [Dm]
[G] [D]
[F] [G] [D]
[F] [G] [Am] [D]
Postmates under pressure, sealed in an [G] aerosol [Dm] can.
You can spin it all around on the ghetto walls in the Skid Row [F] [Gm] Monterey.
[Am] Poetry nails us on TV, [C] spinning [G] in the media.
[A] Poetry's made in Scotland, [C] they sell it for on the floor, [Fm]
[D] baby.
[F] [G] God [D] ain't in his heaven,
[F] [G] he's wearing [A] loose [D] lace shoes.
[F] [G] God [D] ain't in his heaven, [Fm] [G] and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
[F] [G] God [F] ain't in [D] his heaven, [F] [G] and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
[N]
[F] [Eb] [C]
[Eb] [F] [Cm] [C]
[Eb] [F] [C]
Elvis went to heaven, they died for [F] all our [Eb] sin.
The [C] son of God in his killer flair, sunglasses [Eb] and [F] sequins.
[C] Well I believe there's poetry in the soul of [F] every [Eb] man.
[C] If F-101 fighters and my bird [Eb] over there.
[F] [G] There's poetry in the leather [Bb] that he wears, my [F] big Natasha.
[G]
Poetry in your little [Bb] picture.
[Eb] [C]
[Eb] [F] God [Eb] ain't [C] in his heaven,
[Eb] [F] he's [Gm] wearing [C] loose lace shoes.
[Eb] [F] [Eb] God ain't [C] in his heaven,
[Eb] [F] and [G] hell is [C] down for you.
[Eb] There's [C] poetry on the air, baby, sliding [F] across the [Eb] sky.
[C]
It's just like down on a radio wave and into [Eb] my [F] body.
[C]
I believe there's poetry right up [F] inside my [Eb] skin.
[C]
Tigers, geese, and a quail come soon and I believe [Eb] in them skin.
[Gm]
Poetry holds like Ginsburg, [Bb] and [F] Ruffles on the jungle.
[G]
Everything is holy.
[Bb] [Cm]
[F] God [C] ain't in his heaven,
[Eb] [F] [G] he's wearing loose [C] lace shoes.
[F] God [C] ain't in his heaven, [Eb] [F] and hell [Gm] is [C] down for you.
This rock and roll [Eb] [C]
is dynamite.
Black and white.
[N] Dynamite, Bob.
The Moscow, London, or Memphis.
This rock and roll is filled with dynamite.
Elvis Presley is bust away, [G] the king of rock and [N] roll.
Okay, how about, [D] rip it up.
[G] [D] [Dm]
[G] [D]
[F] [G] [D]
[F] [G] [Am] [D]
Postmates under pressure, sealed in an [G] aerosol [Dm] can.
You can spin it all around on the ghetto walls in the Skid Row [F] [Gm] Monterey.
[Am] Poetry nails us on TV, [C] spinning [G] in the media.
[A] Poetry's made in Scotland, [C] they sell it for on the floor, [Fm]
[D] baby.
[F] [G] God [D] ain't in his heaven,
[F] [G] he's wearing [A] loose [D] lace shoes.
[F] [G] God [D] ain't in his heaven, [Fm] [G] and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
[F] [G] God [F] ain't in [D] his heaven, [F] [G] and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
[N]
Key:
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [C] _ _ _
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _ [C]
Elvis went to heaven, they died for [F] all our [Eb] sin.
The [C] son of God in his killer flair, sunglasses [Eb] and [F] sequins.
[C] Well I believe there's poetry in the soul of [F] every [Eb] man.
[C] If F-101 fighters and my bird [Eb] over there.
[F] [G] There's poetry in the leather [Bb] that he wears, my [F] big Natasha.
[G]
Poetry in your little [Bb] picture.
_ _ [Eb] _ [C] _
[Eb] _ [F] _ God [Eb] ain't [C] in his heaven, _
[Eb] _ [F] he's [Gm] wearing [C] loose lace shoes.
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ [Eb] God ain't [C] in his heaven, _
[Eb] _ [F] _ and [G] hell is [C] down for you.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ There's [C] poetry on the air, baby, sliding [F] across the [Eb] sky.
[C]
It's just like down on a radio wave and into [Eb] my [F] body.
[C]
I believe there's poetry right up [F] inside my [Eb] skin.
[C] _
Tigers, geese, and a quail come soon and I believe [Eb] in them skin.
[Gm]
Poetry holds like Ginsburg, [Bb] and [F] Ruffles on the jungle.
[G] _
Everything is holy.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [F] _ _ God [C] ain't in his heaven, _
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ [G] he's wearing loose [C] lace shoes.
_ [F] _ _ God [C] ain't in his heaven, [Eb] _ [F] _ and hell [Gm] is [C] down for you.
This rock and roll _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C]
is dynamite.
Black and white.
[N] _ Dynamite, Bob.
The Moscow, London, or Memphis.
This rock and roll is filled with dynamite.
Elvis Presley is bust away, [G] the king of rock and [N] roll.
Okay, how about, [D] rip it up.
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [F] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _
Postmates under pressure, sealed in an [G] aerosol [Dm] can.
You can spin it all around on the ghetto walls in the Skid Row _ [F] [Gm] Monterey.
[Am] Poetry nails us on TV, [C] spinning [G] in the media. _
[A] Poetry's made in Scotland, [C] they sell it for on the floor, [Fm]
[D] baby.
[F] _ [G] _ God [D] ain't in his heaven, _
_ [F] _ [G] _ he's wearing [A] loose [D] lace shoes.
_ [F] [G] God _ [D] ain't in his heaven, _ [Fm] _ [G] and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
[F] _ [G] God [F] ain't in [D] his heaven, _ [F] _ [G] _ and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [C] _ _ _
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _ [C]
Elvis went to heaven, they died for [F] all our [Eb] sin.
The [C] son of God in his killer flair, sunglasses [Eb] and [F] sequins.
[C] Well I believe there's poetry in the soul of [F] every [Eb] man.
[C] If F-101 fighters and my bird [Eb] over there.
[F] [G] There's poetry in the leather [Bb] that he wears, my [F] big Natasha.
[G]
Poetry in your little [Bb] picture.
_ _ [Eb] _ [C] _
[Eb] _ [F] _ God [Eb] ain't [C] in his heaven, _
[Eb] _ [F] he's [Gm] wearing [C] loose lace shoes.
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ [Eb] God ain't [C] in his heaven, _
[Eb] _ [F] _ and [G] hell is [C] down for you.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ There's [C] poetry on the air, baby, sliding [F] across the [Eb] sky.
[C]
It's just like down on a radio wave and into [Eb] my [F] body.
[C]
I believe there's poetry right up [F] inside my [Eb] skin.
[C] _
Tigers, geese, and a quail come soon and I believe [Eb] in them skin.
[Gm]
Poetry holds like Ginsburg, [Bb] and [F] Ruffles on the jungle.
[G] _
Everything is holy.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [F] _ _ God [C] ain't in his heaven, _
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ [G] he's wearing loose [C] lace shoes.
_ [F] _ _ God [C] ain't in his heaven, [Eb] _ [F] _ and hell [Gm] is [C] down for you.
This rock and roll _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C]
is dynamite.
Black and white.
[N] _ Dynamite, Bob.
The Moscow, London, or Memphis.
This rock and roll is filled with dynamite.
Elvis Presley is bust away, [G] the king of rock and [N] roll.
Okay, how about, [D] rip it up.
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [F] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _
Postmates under pressure, sealed in an [G] aerosol [Dm] can.
You can spin it all around on the ghetto walls in the Skid Row _ [F] [Gm] Monterey.
[Am] Poetry nails us on TV, [C] spinning [G] in the media. _
[A] Poetry's made in Scotland, [C] they sell it for on the floor, [Fm]
[D] baby.
[F] _ [G] _ God [D] ain't in his heaven, _
_ [F] _ [G] _ he's wearing [A] loose [D] lace shoes.
_ [F] [G] God _ [D] ain't in his heaven, _ [Fm] _ [G] and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
[F] _ [G] God [F] ain't in [D] his heaven, _ [F] _ [G] _ and hell [A] is [D] down for you.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _