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Mad As Rabbits

Panic! At The Disco
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Fm
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|--4---6-----6------5------4------1-------------|
|--5---7-----8------7------6------1-------------|
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Come  save me from walking off a windowsill
 or I'll sleep  in the rain.
Don't  you remember when I was  a bird
 and you  were a map?
 (  /  / )
Now  he drags down miles in America
briefcase  in hand.
The  stove is creeping up his spine  again,
 can't get  enough trash.
 .......................................
 He took  the days  for pageant
 Became  as mad  as rabbits
 With bushels of  bad habits
Who  could ask  for anymore?
Yea  who could have more.
 ......................................
His  arms were the branches of a Christmas  tree
 preached the devil  in the belfry.
He  checked in
 to learn his clothes had  been thieved at the train  station.
Rope  hung his other branch
 and at  the end was a dog  called bambi
Who  was chewing on his parliaments
 when he tried  to save  the calendar  business,
tried  to save  the calendar  business.
 .......................................
 He took  the days  for pageant
 Became  as mad  as rabbits
 With bushels of  bad habits
Who  could ask  for anymore?
Yea  who could have more.
 ......................................
The  poor son of a humble chimney  sweep
fell  to a cheap  crowd
So  stay asleep and put on that cursive  type
you  know we live  in a toy.
 (  /  / )
Paul  Cates bought himself a trumpet  from the salvation army
But  there ain't no sunshine in  his song
 We must reinvent love,
reinvent love
reinvent love.
 .......................................
 He took  the days  for pageant
 Became  as mad  as rabbits
 With bushels of  bad habits
Who  could ask  for anymore?
Yea  who could have more.

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Readable chord sheet for Mad As Rabbits by Panic! At The Disco

[Ab]  [Bb]  [Ebsus2]  [Dsus2]  [C#sus2]  [Fm]
|--4---6-----6------5------4------1-------------|
|--4---6-----6------5------4------1-------------|
|--5---7-----8------7------6------1-------------|
|--6---8-----8------7------6------3-------------|
|--6---8-----6------5------4------3-------------|
|--4---6-----x------x------x------1-------------|

[Ab]Come save me from walking off a [Bb]windowsill
or I'll [C#sus2]sleep in the r[Ab]ain.
[Ab]Don't you remember when I [Bb]was a bird
and [C#sus2]you were a m[Ab]ap?

([Ebsus2] / [Dsus2] / [C#sus2])

[Ab]Now he drags down miles in [Bb]America
[C#sus2]briefcase in [Ab]hand.
[Ab]The stove is creeping up his [Bb]spine again,
can't [C#sus2]get enough [Ab]trash.

[Bb]   [C#sus2]

.......................................

He [Ebsus2]took the [C#sus2]days for [Ab]pageant
Be[Ebsus2]came as [C#sus2]mad as [Ab]rabbits
With [Ebsus2]bushels [C#sus2]of bad [Fm]habits
[Fm]Who could [Ab]ask for [C#sus2]anymore?
[Fm]Yea who could [Ab]have [C#sus2]more.

......................................

[Ab]

[Ab]His arms were the branches of a [Bb]Christmas tree
preached the [C#sus2]devil in the [Ab]belfry.
[Ab]He checked in
to learn his clothes [Bb]had been thieved at the [C#sus2]train station[Ab].
[Ab]Rope hung his other branch
and [Bb]at the end was a [C#sus2]dog called [Ab]bambi
[Ab]Who was chewing on his [Bb]parliaments
when he [C#sus2]tried to [Ab]save the [Bb]calendar business,
[C#sus2]tried to [Ab]save the [Bb]calendar business.

.......................................

He [Ebsus2]took the [C#sus2]days for [Ab]pageant
Be[Ebsus2]came as [C#sus2]mad as [Ab]rabbits
With [Ebsus2]bushels [C#sus2]of bad [Fm]habits
[Fm]Who could [Ab]ask for [C#sus2]anymore?
[Fm]Yea who could [Ab]have [C#sus2]more.

......................................

[Ab]

[Ab]The poor son of a humble [Bb]chimney sweep
[C#sus2]fell to a [Ab]cheap crowd
[Ab]So stay asleep and put on that [Bb]cursive type
[Bb]you know we [C#sus2]live in a [Ab]toy.

([Ebsus2] / [Dsus2] / [C#sus2])
[Ab]Paul Cates bought himself a [Bb]trumpet from the [C#sus2]salvation [Ab]army

[Ab]But there ain't no sunshine [Bb]in his song
We must [C#sus2]reinvent [Ab]love,
[C#sus2]reinvent [Ab]love
[C#sus2]reinvent [Bb]love.   [C#sus2]

.......................................

He [Ebsus2]took the [C#sus2]days for [Ab]pageant
Be[Ebsus2]came as [C#sus2]mad as [Ab]rabbits
With [Ebsus2]bushels [C#sus2]of bad [Fm]habits
[Fm]Who could [Ab]ask for [C#sus2]anymore?
[Fm]Yea who could [Ab]have [C#sus2]more.

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