Dead Rats

Tom : F#m
F#m

[Verse]
F#m A E
Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black
F#m A E
Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX
F#m A B E
Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones
E F#m A
Her bloodbath visions are for him, not me

[Chorus]
F#m A
And I'm just living in your house
B
Sleeping in your bed
C# D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

[Verse]
  F#m           A              E
2000 pricks stabbed into my back
F#m A E
Well there are certain words I won't ever believe again
F#m A B E
Is that all it means to you? A little push and a little screw?
E F#m A
Smoke it down to the last match, there's nothing here worth left to say

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
F#m A
I'm just living in your house
B
Sleeping in your bed
C# D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

[Bridge]
A   E   F#m   A   E   F#m   A   E   F#m   A   F#m

[Verse 2x]
Dear succubus, I miss you more than the rest
F#m A E
But there's a little bit less divide each time I look back
F#m A B E
In the eves of your attic, I know how to haunt
E F#m A
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best

[Chorus]
[Outro 2x]
F#m A B
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
F#m
Shallow graves, dead rats
A
Shallow graves, dead rats
E
Shallow graves, dead rats
F#m A
I like the dark clouds the best