And The Snakes Start To Sing

Bring Me The Horizon

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Tono: G
Am
I've lost the plot again
C                                 
Tell your friends to sharpen their 
G
teeth
Am                                
There's a few quid to be made...
              C G


Am
And my soul's a sorry state
C                           
So come on down, you're empty 
               G
lovers.
Am                                
Worms come out of the woodwork
                    C G

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                                 
Did you really think that you 
                  G
could fix me?
Am                              C
They'll sell your bones for 
          G
another roll.
Am
Well sharpen your teeth.
C                          
Tell yourself that it's just 
            G
business.

Am                                
Worms come out of the woodwork.
                       C  G

Am                                
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
                       C  G

Am                                
Rats come out of the holes they 
                       C  G
call home,
Am                         C
I fall apart.
             G
And the snakes start to sing.

Am
Don't say I'm better off dead,
C                                 
'Cause heaven's full and hell 
               G
won't have me.
Am Won't you make some room in your bed? C G Am Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart, C And throw away the key. G Am Won't you take me out of my head? C G G Am I'm just a would've been, could've been, C Should've been, never was and never G ever will be. Am Well, sharpen your teeth. C Tell yourself that it's just G business. Am Would've been, could've been, C Should've been, never was, and G never ever will be. Am Worms come out of the woodwork, C G G And the snakes start to sing. Am Worms come out of the woodwork. C G Am Leeches crawl from out of the dirt C G Am Rats come out of the holes they C G call home, Am C I fall apart. G And the snakes start to sing. Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C Then don't fly with the flock. G Am Are you still getting high? C G Am Did you catch your own reflection, C In the knife my mother held? G Am Or the hell in my father's eyes? C G Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C Then don't fly with the flock. G Am Are you still getting by? C G Am Was I your knight in shining armour? C G The apple of your eye? Am Or just a step to climb? C G Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C Then don't fly with the flock. G Am Are you still getting high? C G Am Did you catch your own reflection, C In the knife my mother held? G Am Or the hell in my father's eyes? C G Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C Then don't fly with the flock. G Am Are you still getting by? C G Am Was I your knight in shining armour? C G The apple of your eye? Am Or just a step, a fucking step to C G climb?
Composición: Colaboración y revisión: Brenda Lopes

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