We Are The Dead taby ukulele według David Bowie (Chwyty barytonu)

INTRO:  Gm  Bb  F
        Gm  Bb  F
 
 
Gm                Bb       F
Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and 
Dm              D             Eb  Bb
Wondered if you saw things my way
F           D          Gm
People will hold us to blame
   Gm7      Eb      C        F
It hit me today, it hit me today
      Gm        Bb           F
We're taking it hard all the time
                     Dm       D            Eb               Bb
Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind
      F                 D           Gm
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Gm7       Eb    C         F         Eb  Dm  Bb
Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now
   Ab               Gb     F                   C
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
     Bb              Ab            Gb                F
They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far
          C               Bb        Ab                   Gb
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
           F                 C           Bb         Ab
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
               Gb          F
You're just an ally of the leecher
  C             Bb                 Ab               Gb
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps
         F                 C
And your nimble dress that trails
    Bb                 Ab                Gb               F
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
           C             Bb           Ab
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
Gb         D  C  D  C
We are the dead
 
 
Gm                Bb           F
One thing kind of touched me today
                    Dm             D            Eb  Bb
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
F            D                Gm
Pressing our love through the night
Gm7          Eb     C            F
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
Gm             Bb            F
Now I'm hoping some one will care
              Dm          D          Eb    Bb
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
F               D           Gm
Trusting on the sons of our love
     Gm7          Eb    C            F         Eb  Dm  Bb
That someone will care, someone will care, but now
 
 
        Ab              Gb         F                           C
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Bb              Ab          Gb               F
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
       C                Bb             Ab               Gb
It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
        F                   C
And the streets are full of press men
        Bb               Ab
Bent on getting hung and buried
        Gb        F            C                Bb
And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt
    Ab                     Gb
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
         F            C
It's the theater of financiers
            Bb            Ab
Count them, fifty round a table
Gb                   F
White and dressed to kill
     C                 Bb
Oh caress yourself, my juicy
       Ab                 Gb
For my hands have all but withered
   F                 C                 Bb               Ab
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
           Gb            F
Because of all we've seen
C          Bb
Because of all we've said
D          C   D
We are the dead
C          D   C  D
We are the dead
C          D   C  D  C
We are the dead
 
 
OUTRO:  Gm  Bb  F