We Are The Dead

David Bowie

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Tom:
[Intro] Gm Bb F
Gm Bb F
Gm Bb F Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and
Dm D Eb Bb Wondered if you saw things my way
F D Gm People will hold us to blame
Gm7 Eb C F It hit me today, it hit me today
Gm Bb F We're taking it hard all the time
Dm D Eb Bb Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind
F D Gm We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Gm7 Eb C F Eb Dm Bb Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now
Ab Gb F C We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
Bb Ab Gb F They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far
C Bb Ab Gb For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
F C Bb Ab For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
Gb F You're just an ally of the leecher
C Bb Ab Gb Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps
F C And your nimble dress that trails
Bb Ab Gb F Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
C Bb Ab Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
Gb D C D C We are the dead
Gm Bb F One thing kind of touched me today
Dm D Eb Bb I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
F D Gm Pressing our love through the night
Gm7 Eb C F Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
Gm Bb F Now I'm hoping some one will care
Dm D Eb Bb Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
F D Gm Trusting on the sons of our love
Gm7 Eb C F Eb Dm Bb That someone will care, someone will care, but now
Ab Gb F C We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Bb Ab Gb F Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
C Bb Ab Gb It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
F C And the streets are full of press men
Bb Ab Bent on getting hung and buried
Gb F C Bb And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt
Ab Gb Who sucks you while you're sleeping
F C It's the theater of financiers
Bb Ab Count them, fifty round a table
Gb F White and dressed to kill
C Bb Oh caress yourself, my juicy
Ab Gb For my hands have all but withered
F C Bb Ab Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Gb F Because of all we've seen
C Bb Because of all we've said
D C D We are the dead
C D C D We are the dead
C D C D C We are the dead
[Final] Gm Bb F
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Composição: David Bowie

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