歌谱：gangsters(TXT吉他谱)

GANGSTERS

by the LONGPIGS

off the MOBILE HOME album



chords:

B     - x2444x
Abm   - 466444
?     - 688766 (i don't know what this chord is called!)
E     - 022100
F     - 133211
F#    - 244322
Db/Bb - x46634
*     - x4666x (i don't know what this chord is called!)




      INTRO:

E-------B-------F#
E-------B-------F#
E-------B


   
  B Abm
       To lick your wounds and crack through the morphine sweet darkness,
    ?  E 
      bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss it's you I can't forget, I ain't 
        B
      lost you yet.
     Abm
      Jumped away from the lens, ground to a point love's blind pretence, burst 
?   E
      all those syphilltic cysts that rot the love of God, stood where Moses
?               Db/BbE
      trod, the lucky sod, you get, I ain't caught it yet, they cast they're
      BAbm 
      clever net, but I ain't caught it yet.
Db/Bb  E   B
      How can I forget? How can I regret? They cast they're clever net but I 
    Abm
      ain't caught it yet.
      Db/Bb   ?    E   B      AbmF
      Gang....sters don't cry, when they shoot you to die, so keep the whites of 
    E B
      their eyes in your sights.



(SAME CHORDS AS BEFORE....)
      Your staring buck naked at the world, no fig leaf needed, pure as gold, 
      burst all this complicated bliss that rots the love of God who stood where 
      Moses trod the lucky sod.
      And fizz the first touch of your tongue, flinched like the grip of moist 
      uncle, sniff sweet cocaine and disco sick, cos I can drink to this, every 
      shot of bliss, Aw shucks. Aw shucks hits, I ain't caught it yet, they cast 
      their clever net, but I ain't caught it yet. How can I forget? How can I 
      forget?you cast your clever net but I ain't caught it yet. Aw shucks, Aw 
      shucks.



    SOLO:

*-------E-------B--------Abm
*-------E



      Db/Bb   ?    E   B      AbmF
      Gang....sters don't cry, when they shoot you to die, so keep the whites of 
    E B
      their eyes in your sights.




      Db/BbB
      Lying in the sun like a fat dog with you is worth cancer. The few 
     Db/Bb
      pleasures, how white my clean ass could be, there yet a neat Media label 
 B  Db/Bb
      to describe you and me and this age. Well fuck them. On the streets it's 

      an advert real people pickled to the bone by the vultures of culture, 
      B    Db/Bb
      golf, hold on to yourself, so hang on,
 B
      Hang on to yourself,
      F#E
      Come on, come on, come on.