Third Coast Temple

	  		
Intro: G#m B G#m B F# 


verse 1 

                   G#m 
If I am mad, it is mercy  
                  B 
To be alive not staring blankly  
     G#5                      G5 
And stern as a soldier while, as you get older  
      F#5                        F5                 E5   
Your callousness drags you right up to your hideous end  
F#5              G5           F# 
All alone in the web you spin  


verse 2 

                        G#m 
If you’re alive, it’s a wonder  
                        B 
That the current hasn’t pulled you under  
    G#5                   G5 
And dragged you down 900 feet   
                       F#5                       F5                         E5 
From the air that you breathe just to exhale the bullshit that you seem to speak  
F#5                     G5    
And brag about all the pain you wreak  


   B                       C#m             G#m  F#  G#m 
Invertebrate, too weak to crawl out of the mud  
   B                      C#m               G#m  F#  
So insolent, we fill our mouth with other’s blood 
 


Verse 

B                           C#m 
Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast  
     G#m                        F#                     E 
And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man  
                                B 
The town’s reflection’s like a crumpled up pay stub  
      F#5                         G5 
He’s making little plans, little plans, little plans  
B                           C#m 
Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast  
     G#m                        F#                     E 
And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man  
                                B 
The town’s reflection’s like a crumpled up pay stub  
      F#                         
He’s making little plans, little plans, little plans  

Outro 

B            F#             G#m                  B         F#           E 
Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I’ve got enemies to make before I die 
B            F#             G#m                  B         F#           E     G#m 
Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I’ve got enemies to make before I die