Spkothdvl Cifras

[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)
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