Disaster Button
Snow PatrolVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
: 9(11)(11)xxx
/: 979xxx
A little after twelve, the function suite was full
With people I had never seen before
Ripped up ticket stubs, confetti'ed on the floor
It dawned on me Id seen it all before
Cool your beans my son, you look a fucking mess
No ones getting out of here, tonight
Hit that button there, the one that just says wrong
Well lose our lives through all our favorite songs
Go forward to later you look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat
Im like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place
That keeps a fault in my step, and a grin on my face
It cant contain me but you needn't on me
Get me back in my box, and snap the branches off me
A little after four, the function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stub
Heres a helping hand, a voice thats far too close
And I am up and on my broken limbs
/ x2
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Readable chord sheet for Disaster Button by Snow Patrol
[C#5]: 9(11)(11)xxx [E5]/[C#]: 979xxx [B5]A little after [E5]twelve, the function suite was [A5]full With people I had never [C#5]seen before[B5] Ripped up ticket [E5]stubs, confetti'ed on the [A5]floor It dawned on me Id seen it [C#5]all before[B5] Cool your beans my [E5]son, you look a fucking [A5]mess No ones getting out of [C#5]here, tonight [B5] Hit that button [E5]there, the one that just says [A5]wrong Well lose our lives through all our [C#5]favorite songs [B5] [B5]Go forward to later you look [E5]lig[C#]ht on your feet When you [E5]whirled in the room I was [D5]nailed to my seat [B5]Im like a prisoner getting [E5]rea[C#]dy to talk I feel the [E5]blood in my hands and the [D5]threat in your walk [B5]And suddenly it lifts the [E5]roo[C#]f off the place That keeps a [E5]fault in my step, and a [D5]grin on my face [B5]It cant contain me but you [E5]nee[C#]dn't on me Get me [E5]back in my box, and snap the [D5]branches off me [B5] A little after [E5]four, the function suite is [A5]dead And I am just a ripped up [C#5]ticket stub [B5] Heres a helping [E5]hand, a voice thats far too [A5]close And I am up and on my [C#5]broken limbs [B5] [B5] [E5]/[C#] [E5] [D5] x2