Gangsters Longpigs
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#]Db/Bb [-]- [244322]x46634
* - x4666x (i don't know what this chord is called!)
INTRO:
E-------B--------|F# E-------B--------|F# E----------------|B
To [B]lick your wounds and crack through the [Abm]morphine sweet darkness,
? E
bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss it's you I can't forget, I ain't
lost you yet[B].
Jumped away from the lens, ground to a [Abm]point love's blind pretence, burst
? E
all those syphilltic cysts that rot the love of God, stood where Moses
? Db/Bb E
trod, the lucky sod, you get, I ain't caught it yet, they cast they're
clever n[B]et, but I ain't ca[Abm]ught it yet.
How can I [Db/Bb]forget? How can I [E]regret? They cast they're clever [B]net but I
ain't [Abm]caught it yet.
Db/Bb ? E B Abm F
Gang....sters don't cry, when they shoot you to die, so keep the whites of
their [E]eyes in your [B]sights.
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/l/longpigs/gangsters_crd_ver_2.html )
(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 Abm F
Gang....sters don't cry, when they shoot you to die, so keep the whites of
their [E]eyes in your [B]sights.
[Db/Bb]Lying in the sun like a fat dog with you is worth [B]cancer. The few
pleasures, how [Db/Bb]white my clean ass could be, there yet a neat Media label
to describe you and me and [B]this age. Well fuck them. On the [Db/Bb]streets it's
an advert real people pickled to the bone by the vultures of culture,
[B]golf, hold on to yourself, so [Db/Bb]hang on,
Hang on to [B]yourself,
[F#]Come on, come on, [E]come on.
[F#]Make it feel like stealers [E]tongue, a real flesh [B]eater.
[Db/Bb]Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth, so white, so clean, so bite
me bite me bite me [B]as aniseed candy.
And in the [Db/Bb]parks they skate to flow it all out, It's all out, they're all
out, they're all out I'm so glad they'[B]re all out.
transcribed by TONY IP (if you make this better please give me a little credit
coz i tabbed it first if you do make it better please
send us a copy at TONYTHEMISSINGLINK@HOTMAIL.COM)
!)
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