Cifras para Guitarra And The Snakes Start To Sing

Tono:  D
Am
 
I've lost the plot again
C
                                                                
G
 
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
Am
                                                                                          
C
 
G
 
There's a few quid to be made...
Am
 
And my soul's a sorry state
C
                                                                                  
G
 
So come on down, you're empty lovers.
Am
                                                                                                      
C
 
G
 
Worms come out of the woodwork
G
 
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
 
Do you feel the chill,
C
                                                        
G
 
Clawing at the back of your neck?
Am
 
I start to spill.
C
                                                                                                    
G
 
Did you really think that you could fix me?
Am
                                                          
C
                  
G
 
They'll sell your bones for another roll.
Am
 
Well sharpen your teeth.
C
                                                                          
G
 
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Am
                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Am
                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Am
                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
Am
                                                
C
 
I fall apart.
                          
G
 
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
 
Don't say I'm better off dead,
C
                                                                                              
G
 
'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me.
Am
                                                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Am
 
Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart,
C
                                                                            
G
 
And throw away the key.
Am
                                                                
C
                                                
G
 
Won't you take me out of my head?
  
G
                                
Am
 
I'm just a would've been, could've been,
                                                                  
C
                                                    
G
 
Should've been, never was and never ever will be.
Am
 
Well, sharpen your teeth.
C
                                                                  
G
 
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Am
 
Would've been, could've been,
                                                                
C
                                                          
G
 
Should've been, never was, and never ever will be.
Am
                                                                                                                    
C
  
G
 
Worms come out of the woodwork,
G
 
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Am
                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Am
                                                                                                            
C
  
G
 
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
Am
                                                
C
 
I fall apart.
                          
G
 
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
 
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C
                                                                                  
G
 
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am
                                                                                  
C
        
G
 
Are you still getting high?
Am
 
Did you catch your own reflection,
C
                                                                                    
G
 
In the knife my mother held?
Am
                                                                                                
C
      
G
 
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
Am
 
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C
                                                                                  
G
 
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am
                                                                      
C
  
G
 
Are you still getting by?
Am
 
Was I your knight in shining armour?
C
                                                              
G
 
The apple of your eye?
Am
                                                                  
C
 
G
 
Or just a step to climb?
Am
 
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C
                                                                                  
G
 
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am
                                                                                  
C
 
G
 
Are you still getting high?
Am
 
Did you catch your own reflection,
C
                                                                                    
G
 
In the knife my mother held?
Am
                                                                                                
C
 
G
 
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
Am
 
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C
                                                                                  
G
 
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am
                                                                      
C
  
G
 
Are you still getting by?
Am
 
Was I your knight in shining armour?
C
                                                              
G
 
The apple of your eye?
Am
                                                                                  
C
                          
G
 
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?