Bring Me The Horizon - And The Snakes Start To Sing, аккорды песни для гитары

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?

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?