search
Fated
Matthew Good Band
Text File
Tune Half-Step down
e|--------------------------------------------
b|--------------------------------------------
g|---------0--------------------0------------- played 12xs
d|-------0---------0----------0------------0--
a|----9--------11---------12--------7---0-----
e|----7---------9----9----10--------5---------
then this right after, but just before the chorus
e|-----------------------------------
b|-----------------------------------
g|-----------------------------------
d|---------0-------0-------0------0--
a|----5--0----5--0---4---0---4--0----
e|----3-------3------2-------2-------
Chorus:
e|----3----0----3---3---3----0----3---3---3----3--3--3---3--0--0-----
b|----3----3----3---3---3----3----3---3---3----3--3--3---3--3--3--3--
g|----0----2----0---0---0----2----0---0---0----0--0--0---0--2--2--0--
d|----x----0----0---0---x----0----0---0---x----0--0--x---0--0--2--2--
a|----2----0----x---x---2----0----x---x---2----x--x--2---x--0--0--2--
e|----0---------3---2---0---------3---2---0----3--2--0---3--------0--
play this all over again......
guitare 2:
played over
e|---------------------2-----------
b|----2-------2^3-------2----2-----
g|------4--4-------4-------4----4-- 3xs
d|---------------------------------
a|---------------------------------
e|---------------------------------
e|----------------------2--------2--
b|----2--------2^3---------2-----3--
g|-------4--4--------4-------4---4-- once
d|----------------------------------
a|----------------------------------
e| ---------------------------------
At the end of the song, the end of the chorus carries on
with the same last 3 chords a couple more times
LYRICS!
There's a space man in my basement
there's an IV keeping time beside my bed
and a painting of Jesus wandering
for a dart board you know he's seen you naked a million times
I long to be dead and sleep with the fishes under the sea
they can swim through my head and stop all the traffic jams
stop all the traffic jams and there'll be no light tonight if I'm fated
There's a cartoon killer in my living room
cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound
like tv dinners for the third world and amputee dancing girls
you try but you fail cause you're bad at life and good in a vacuum
I long to be dead and sleep with the fishes under the sea
they can swim through my head and stop all the traffic jams
stop all the traffic jams and there'll be no light tonight if I'm fated