Intro: C Em G D x2 (Single strum)
(First Verse is one strum each chords)
My alter-e[C]go. Hes an esc[Em]ape artist,
hes only [G]truly happy when hes [D]under arrest.
oh how he [C]handsome, scheduled to [C]hang[C/B] to [Em]death
Hes only [G]truly happy at the [D]precipice.
(Listen to the song to get the strumming pattern)
Hes like a [Em]mirror. He sticks in[G]to our ears
a stetho[Em]scope to the chest of the [G]vacant years.
I cant e[Em]scape the chair, Im ether[G]ized with fear
that my [C]only talent is in
Hanging here, but then its
(Can also play [Bm]hanging [G]here, but then its)
[G]Hey boy, [Bm] Ive got your man hes [C] right here
[Bm]putty in my hands
[G]ice cream and sweets,
[Bm]coming in the sheets
he [C]got no excuse to [Em]leave.
E-7-5-3--|
but in the [C]real world, an inter[Em]tidal cave,
I ride a [G]desk chair waiting for a [D]tidal wave
I feel like [C]dancing, but that is [Am]miles [C]awa[Em]y
Im feeling [C]hard and hollow like [D]paper mache.
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/t/the_zolas/escape_artist_crd.html )
My alter [C]ego. Hes in a [Em]jailers cage
he sits and [G]waits for the devil to a[D]bet his escape.
Im sorry [C]pastor, I cant be p[C]as[C/B]teuri[Em]zed.
All of the [G]bibles in the world for a [D]metal file.
At every [C]clock strike, he hears the [Em]jailers keys
and the [G]doubt starts to sprout til hes [D]on his knees.
and he re[C]members like its his m[Em]oth[G]ers ca[Em]ll
to feel his[G] hand find a grip at the [D]top of the wall.
and I want to [C]feel it, I want to [G]feel the fire
of the [C]leftover sun on the [G]roofing tiles.
I want to [C]feel it, I want to [G]feel the fire
of the [C]leftover sun on the
Roofing tiles, But still its
(Can also play [D]Roofing tiles, But still its)
[G]Hey boy, [Bm] Ive got your man hes [C] right here
[Bm]putty in my hands
[G]ice cream and sweets,
[Bm]coming in the sheets
he [C]got no excuse to [Em]leave.
[G]Hey boy, [Bm] Ive got your man hes [C] right here
[Bm]putty in my hands
[G]ice cream and sweets,
[Bm]coming in the sheets
C G (let ring)
he got no excuse to leave.
(First Verse is one strum each chords)
My alter-e[C]go. Hes an esc[Em]ape artist,
hes only [G]truly happy when hes [D]under arrest.
oh how he [C]handsome, scheduled to [C]hang[C/B] to [Em]death
Hes only [G]truly happy at the [D]precipice.
(Listen to the song to get the strumming pattern)
Hes like a [Em]mirror. He sticks in[G]to our ears
a stetho[Em]scope to the chest of the [G]vacant years.
I cant e[Em]scape the chair, Im ether[G]ized with fear
that my [C]only talent is in
E--------------------------------|
B--------------------------------|
G--------0---4--------4---2---0--|
D----2---------------------------|
A-2------------------------------|
E--------------------------------|
Hanging here, but then its
(Can also play [Bm]hanging [G]here, but then its)
[G]Hey boy, [Bm] Ive got your man hes [C] right here
[Bm]putty in my hands
[G]ice cream and sweets,
[Bm]coming in the sheets
he [C]got no excuse to [Em]leave.
E-7-5-3--|
B--------| (each note played for each words in "but in the")
G--------|
D--------|
A--------|
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but in the [C]real world, an inter[Em]tidal cave,
I ride a [G]desk chair waiting for a [D]tidal wave
I feel like [C]dancing, but that is [Am]miles [C]awa[Em]y
Im feeling [C]hard and hollow like [D]paper mache.
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/t/the_zolas/escape_artist_crd.html )
My alter [C]ego. Hes in a [Em]jailers cage
he sits and [G]waits for the devil to a[D]bet his escape.
Im sorry [C]pastor, I cant be p[C]as[C/B]teuri[Em]zed.
All of the [G]bibles in the world for a [D]metal file.
At every [C]clock strike, he hears the [Em]jailers keys
and the [G]doubt starts to sprout til hes [D]on his knees.
and he re[C]members like its his m[Em]oth[G]ers ca[Em]ll
to feel his[G] hand find a grip at the [D]top of the wall.
and I want to [C]feel it, I want to [G]feel the fire
of the [C]leftover sun on the [G]roofing tiles.
I want to [C]feel it, I want to [G]feel the fire
of the [C]leftover sun on the
E----0---3---7--------7---5---3--|
B-0------------------------------|
G--------------------------------|
D--------------------------------|
A--------------------------------|
E--------------------------------|
Roofing tiles, But still its
(Can also play [D]Roofing tiles, But still its)
[G]Hey boy, [Bm] Ive got your man hes [C] right here
[Bm]putty in my hands
[G]ice cream and sweets,
[Bm]coming in the sheets
he [C]got no excuse to [Em]leave.
[G]Hey boy, [Bm] Ive got your man hes [C] right here
[Bm]putty in my hands
[G]ice cream and sweets,
[Bm]coming in the sheets
C G (let ring)
he got no excuse to leave.
