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"Your X-Rays..." - Jets To Brazil
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Tuning: Standard
maybe some day we'll meet again
when our two roads hit the same dead end
and o-oh i'm counting the days
you've got something that i've never since seen
a willing heart and a part that's clean
(riff 1)
we're both good at counting days
Riff 1:
e|--------------------|
B|--7---7---7---7-----|
G|----9---9---9---9---|
with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
you come here hungry wearing naked ambition
hysterical to meet you
can you get me in?
i got three years tied to the mast of this town
she's a handsome ship but i'm going down
and o-oh she ain't coming with me
there's a time to fight and a time to get out
but you'll fight till we're all knocked out
and oh i keep counting teeth
everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
(Riff 2)
too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen
Riff 2
e|------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------7-------------7-------------7--------------------|
G|-x-9---7-9-----x-9---7-9-----x-9---7-9----x-9---7-9--9--7---|
D|-x-9-----------x-9-----------x-9----------x-9--------9--7---|
A|-x-7-----------x-7-----------x-7----------x-7--------7--5---|
E|-x-------------x-------------x------------x-----------------|
(Note: Throughout the chorus the number of times and endings of riff 2 change, you'll be
to figure it out)
i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor
(Riff 2)
bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!
(Riff 2)
it's up or out and the ladders on fire
she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky
surviving the insult day to day
they give you the insult to make it go away
and o-oh what can i say?
i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile
i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die
than o-oh come and die next to us
up to her knees in men keep hitting
white suits fuck like bad television
(Riff 2)
latest simple angel come die next to me
i am a shifting shape a wire walker
coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after
(Riff 2)
i came to trial out of style
(Riff 2)
but i got my eye on a country mile
(Riff 2)
where the people you know are the ones you like
--The ending is just variations of riff 2 that I didn't feel like tabbing--
Chords Used:
e|--------|-----|-----|-----|-----|-----|
B|--------|-----|-----|-----|-----|-----|
G|-9------|--4--|--2--|--7--|--5--|-----|
D|-9-or-2-|--4--|--2--|--7--|--5--|--5--|
A|-7----2-|--2--|--0--|--5--|--3--|--5--|
E|------0-|-----|-----|-----|-----|--3--|