Spkothdvl chords by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Intro:

F#m
Two, three, four

Verse 1:
F#m          E
Your front page boy is finally here
F#m              E     F#m
And it looks so good but he's insincere (Ha, ha, ha)
F#m                E   F#m
If you speak of the devil then he will appear
F#m
Oh, your front page boy, well, he is finally here
N.C.
Well, so
Well
Stop the press

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Verse 2:
F#m           E       F#   B  E
Are you waiting for the world to end?
        F#m         E       F#m  F#  A
Turn the record off because it don't sound like them
        F#m         B  F#  F#m  B  E
And now you're crawling on your knees again, ah
      F#m            D     E  F#m
Turn it off because it doesn't really sound like them
A
Does it?
(Ah)
(Ah)

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Chorus:
Bm
Hey, are you waiting for the world to end?
D                  E             F#m A
Wеll, turn the record off becausе it doesn't really sound like them, no

Bm  F#m  E  F#m
(instrumental riff)

Bm
Are you hoping that it's just pretend?
D           E
Turn it off because it doesn't sound like them

Verse 3:
N.C.
Bones will break and blood will spill (La, la, la)
    F#m
When death is crawling up the hill
F#m         E    D  F#  F#m  F  F#m
And with every drink that you distill
          A     D   F#m
And it leaves you crawling up the hill
   D
Now, come on
    F#  F#m
Crawl for me

(Oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh)