Kings Crossing Tabulatur von Elliott Smith

Intro:
A#mF#
C#    G#D#m

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The King's crossing was the main attraction
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Dominoes falling in a chain reaction
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The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
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Whiskey works better than beer
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The judge is on vinyl, decisions aren't final
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And nobody gets a reprieve
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And every wave is tidal
C#    G#C#
If you hang around you're going to get wet
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I can't prepare for death any more than I already have

Verse:
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All you can do now is watch the shelves
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The game looks easy, that's why it sells

Chorus:
C#                    C/Am
Frustrated fireworks inside your head
          A#m              F#
Are going to stand and deliver dark instead
C#                      C/Am
The method acting that pays my bills
          A#m            F#
Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills
C#                             C/Am
I got a heavy metal mouth, it hurls obscenity
          A#m           F#
And I get my check from the trash treasury
C#                             C/Am
Because I took my own insides out


A#m                      F#
It don't matter cause I have no sex life
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And all I wanna do now is inject my ex-wife
A#m
I've seen the movie

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And I know what happens
A#m
It's Christmas time
        F#
And the needle's on the tree
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A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
A#m
His voice is overwhelming
        F#
But his speech is slurred
      C#    G#          C#
And I only understand every other word

C#C/Am
Open your parachute and grab your gun
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F#loat down like an omen, a setting sun
C#C/Am
Read the part and return at five
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It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
C#
But I don't care if I fuck up
C/Am
I'm going on a date
A#m
With a rich white lady
F#
Ain't life great?
C#C/Am
Gi'me one good reason not to do it
(Because I love you)
A#mF#
So do it.

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A#mF#

C#G#D#m

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This is the place where time reverses
C#G#D#m
And dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
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Instruments shine on a silver tray

C#                G#C#
Don't let me get carried away
C#                G#  C#
Don't let me get carried away
C#               G#       D#m
Don't let me be carried away