Song: Disarm
Album: Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem
Tabbed by: Don Tago
email: [email protected]
Standard Tuning
Verse:
[D]I'm com[A]ing ho[Bm]me,
I'm not b[F#]ound any[G]more on the br[D]ink of no[G]thing
I'm just sta[A]rting something.
[D]I [A]am dog b[Bm]oy, overwh[F#]elmed, unemploye[G]d,
An ar[D]senal of outbur[G]sts but I'm just sa[A]ying it first.
[D]I d[A]on't want to l[Bm]ose everyth[F#]ing that we [G]grew.
I'm not cu[D]tting you d[G]own, I'm just carr[A]ying the axe.
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/bad_astronaut/disarm_crd.html )
Chorus:
[G]Knowing it's half [D]bad, knowing its a l[F#]ittle sad
[Bm]and theres b[F#]lood on [G]our hands. I ha[A]te this. [F#]
[G]No one at the w[D]heel, everyone is h[F#]ere to feel,
[Bm] [F#] [G] [A] [Bm] [A] [A] [A]
Verse
I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.
I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.
Chorus
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
Bm F# G A x3
[Bm]I than[F#]k you all so m[G]uch for my nex[A]t trick, n[A]ext trip,
(D A Bm F# G D G: repeat to end with some variation)
drive home.
Album: Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem
Tabbed by: Don Tago
email: [email protected]
Standard Tuning
Verse:
[D]I'm com[A]ing ho[Bm]me,
I'm not b[F#]ound any[G]more on the br[D]ink of no[G]thing
I'm just sta[A]rting something.
[D]I [A]am dog b[Bm]oy, overwh[F#]elmed, unemploye[G]d,
An ar[D]senal of outbur[G]sts but I'm just sa[A]ying it first.
[D]I d[A]on't want to l[Bm]ose everyth[F#]ing that we [G]grew.
I'm not cu[D]tting you d[G]own, I'm just carr[A]ying the axe.
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/bad_astronaut/disarm_crd.html )
Chorus:
[G]Knowing it's half [D]bad, knowing its a l[F#]ittle sad
[Bm]and theres b[F#]lood on [G]our hands. I ha[A]te this. [F#]
[G]No one at the w[D]heel, everyone is h[F#]ere to feel,
[Bm] [F#] [G] [A] [Bm] [A] [A] [A]
Verse
I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.
I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.
Chorus
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
Bm F# G A x3
[Bm]I than[F#]k you all so m[G]uch for my nex[A]t trick, n[A]ext trip,
(D A Bm F# G D G: repeat to end with some variation)
drive home.
