King

Intro E 

  
                                G#m 
We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children 
           C#m 
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition 
     B          A                       
And how much is art really worth 
                       F#m 
The very thing you're best  

At is the thing that hurts the most 
         E 
But you need your rotten heart 
               G#m 
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings 
     C#m 
You need to go to war to find material to sing 
B         A               G#m        B 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King  
    

           A                      
I need my golden crown of sorrow 
     B 
My bloody sword to swing 
       C#m                         G#m 
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 
            A             B          F#m 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
          A               B          E 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
     

                             G#m 
But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape 
               C#m 
Just when you think you have it figured out 

Something new begins to take 
  B     A                        G#m 
What strangе claws are these, scratching at my skin 
   F#m 
I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within 
         E                G#m        C#m 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
         E                G#m        B 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
    

           A                      
I need my golden crown of sorrow 
     B 
My bloody sword to swing 
       C#m                         G#m 
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 
         A                B          F#m 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
         A                B          F#m 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
         A                B          C#m 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
         A                B          E 
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King 
    

E   G#m  C#m 
Oh 
    A   E  F#m 
Oh, oh, oh, 
E   G#m  C#m 
Oh, oh 
    A   E  F#m 
Oh, oh, oh oh 
  
( E  G#m  C#m  A  E  F#m ) 
( E  G#m  C#m  A  E  F#m  B ) 
     

           E                          G#m 
And I was never as good as I always thought I was 
        C#m 
But I knew how to dress it up 
   B         A             G#m 
I was never satisfied, it never let me go 
       F#m                      B                 E 
Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show 
  
Final G#m  C#m  A  G#m  F#m  E