Nights Of The Living Dead
Tilly And The WallVersions2
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Into:
Well the high school kids they're all fucked up
Touching each other, oh my god.
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.
We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,
while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
they kicked us out into the dirty streets of
Atlanta.
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.
A caravan of kids, some big old mess,
on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight
garage sale.
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand we're not listening.
The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.
next verse is the same chords
let Am ring
Oh we never were.
I want to fuck it up.
I feel so alive.
And I feel.
end on C
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Readable chord sheet for Nights Of The Living Dead by Tilly And The Wall
Into: [G] Well the hig[C]h school kids they're all fucked up Touching eac[Am]h other, oh my god. Yeah and for[C]ty ounces was never enough. We want to p[Am]ass out in your yard, we want to pass out. Dressing in d[C]rag your best friend's clothes, while boys ki[Am]ssed boys in hotel rooms. Oh and just w[C]hen we thought we were no longer lost [Am]they kicked us out into the dirty streets of [G]Atlanta. [C]So it's Friday night down on North Avenue, [Am]where the gas station parking lot prostitutes [C]tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors. [Am]You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses. [C]A caravan of kids, some big old mess, [Am]on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death. [C]We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes. [Am]We're going to end up screaming about some midnight [G]garage sale. [C]God, put down your [G]gun can't you see w[Am]e're dead? [C]God, put down your [G]hand we're not [Am]listening. The mi[Dm]crophone cut off so we're scre[E]aming at the top of our lungs. next verse is the same chords let Am ring Oh we never were. [C]I [Am]wan[C]t t[Am]o fuck it up. I feel so alive. And I feel. end on C