Dead Now

	  		

Intro: G  C  G  C 


Verse 1:
 
     G           C 
I am not myself, I am 
               G                  C 
A broken boxer stuffed with glass and sand 
        G              C 
This is not how health should feel 
                    G               C 
Songs sung from the land of the (elebelee?) 


 
C                      Em 
I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see 
    C                            Em                   G 
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, ooohh 
C                     Em  
I'm dead now, can you hear the relief 
             C                  Em                G     C     G     C 
As life's beligerant symphony's finally sees, so, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh 



(Verse 2: use verse 1 chords)
 
I put my heart where my mouth is 
Now I can't thumb it down again 
I've gone deviled my kidneys 
Now he's living inside of me 
If we can't bring in exorists 
I will settle for one of your stiffest drink 
We'll scream hell towards heaven's door 
And now I will piss on your front porch 



C                      Em 
I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see 
    C                            Em                   G 
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, ooohh 
C                     Em  
I'm dead now, can you hear the relief 
            C                   Em            G 
As life's beligerant symphony's finally sees, oooh 
C                        Em 
We're all dead now, join hands and we'll sing 
        C                    Em 
To the glory of hell and the virtue of sin 
C       Em       C       Em       C       Em       C 
Ahh ahh ahh ahh, Ahh ahh ahh ahh, ahh ahh ahh ahh, ahh ahh 



Bridge : 

        G               C        G  C 
There's something wrong with me 
        G               C        G  C 
There's something wrong with me 


Interlude: G  C


Outro: use bridge

There's something wrong with me 
And there is nothing like poetry 
So there you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies 
Oh, there is something wrong with me 
Oh, There's something wrong with me 
Oh, there is nothing like poetry 
So there you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies 
Oh, there is something wrong with me