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Tuning: E A D G B E
Album: Pornography (1982) Effects: wah wah (riffs) & distortion & reverb I have not tabbed the final solo, but is based on the other riffs played one octave higher (10th fret of string e) then it goes higher (using frets 13, 15, 16, 18, 20). [Intro] (drums) (riff 1) x2 e||-----------------------------------| |-4-4-3-3-4-4-3--| B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-1-0-| x2 |-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--| G||-----------------------------------| |----------------| D||----------------------------------------------------------| A||----------------------------------------------------------| E||----------------------------------------------------------| [Verse 1] 0’36”
CmIt doesn’t matter if we all dieB CmAmbition in the back of a black car B CmIn a high building there is so much to doB CmGoing home time a story on the radioB
[Instrumental] 1’06” Cm B Cm B [Verse 2] 1’20”
CmSomething small falls out of your mouth, and we lBaugh CmA prayer for something better, a Bprayer for something better Please love meCm, meet my mother, but the fear takes Bhold CmCreeping up the stairs in the dark, waiting for the dBeath blow Waiting for the Bbdeath blow Bb
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BbWaiting for the death bCmlow (riff 1) (riff 2) e||---------------------------| B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-6-| x2 G||---------------------------| D||---------------------------| A||---------------------------| E||---------------------------|
e||-----------------------------------3-3-4-4-6-6-| B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-1-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-| G||-----------------------------------------------| D||-----------------------------------------------| A||-----------------------------------------------| E||-----------------------------------------------| [Verse 3] 2’32”
CmStroking your hair as the patriots are shot B CmFighting for freedom on the television B CmSharing the world with slaughtered pigs B CmHave we got everything? She struggles to get away.B.. CmThe pain and the creeping feeling, a little bBlack haired girl CmWaiting for Saturday, the death of her father pBushing her CmPushing her white face into the mirror, Baching inside me and turn me round CmJust like the old days, just like the Bold days Just like the Bbold days Bb
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BbJust like the old dCmays (riff 2) (riff 3) e||------------------------------------------------------| B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-6--6-6-8--6--3--6-6-8--6--3--| G||------------------------------------------------------| D||------------------------------------------------------| A||------------------------------------------------------| E||------------------------------------------------------|
e||-----------------------------------| B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-1-0-| x2 G||-----------------------------------| D||-----------------------------------| A||-----------------------------------| E||-----------------------------------| [Verse 4] 4’14”
CmCaressing an old man and painting a lifeless fBace CmJust a piece of new meat in a clean roomB CmThe soldiers close in under a yellow mBoon CmAll shadows and deliverance under a black flagB CmA hundred years of blood crimson the ribbon tBightens round my throat,
I open my mouth and my
Cmhead bursts open, a sound like a tiger Bthrashing in the water, thrashing in the water CmOver and over we die one after the oBther CmOver and over we die one after the oBther One after the Bbother, one after the other
One after the other, one after the other [Outro] 5’25”
It feels like a F#hundred years, a hundred years A hundred years, a hundred years
[final solo, 10th fret string e] A hundred years