(Reese Roper/Scott Kerr & Dennis Culp)
tabbed by: nastryker@juno.com
[D] [C] [Bb] [A] [C#] [D] [C] [Bb] [A] [C#] [D]
[D]Up from the sands of the mighty Sa[G]hara comes,
Our [A]hero bold, who so it's told, is a [D]lot like you and me.
His passion burns, the world it turns,
He [G]fills his hand to fill the void,
And [A]fuels the constant feeling,
Of [D]nothingness inside his soul.
[G]Feels like nothing [D]ever did.
[G]Kills like nothing [D]ever could.
[G]Dark and jaded world I hated,
[D]Everything I left behind.
[G]I don't need you, and I don't want you,
[D]World that left me blind.
[D]Beneath the sands of the mighty [G]Sahara lies,
[A]Buried treasure sunken deep, in [D]darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
[D]Gold fills hands, or is it sand,
The [G]same that covers everything?
Where [A]cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now [D]sink beneath the swelling ground.
[G]Feels like nothing [D]ever did.
[G]Kills like nothing [D]ever could.
[G]Dark and jaded world I hated,
[D]Everything I left behind.
[G]I don't need you, and I don't want you,
[D]World that left me blind.
[D] [G] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D]
[D]This [A]wo[A#]rld is [D]for the [A]ta[A#]kin[A]g,[A#]
[D]This [A]wo[A#]rld is [D]suffo[A]ca[A#]tin[A]g.[A#]
D A A# D A A# A A#(X4
[D]Plastic [A]ba[A#]gs of [D]nova[A]ca[A#]in,[A][A#]
Some [D]PC[A]P [A#]to [D]kill the [A]pa[A#]in.[A][A#]
[D]Build a [A]to[A#]mb to [D]store your [A]ru[A#]st,[A][A#]
[D]Moth-eaten [A]pi[A#]les of [D]blowing [A]du[A#]st.[A][A#]
[D]Under the sands of the [G]mighty Sahara,
Goes our [A]hero bold, in seach of gold, a [D]casket for a dying world.
[D]Our hero stands, wealth in hand,
The [G]prize for his endeavors.
The [A]masses cheer, to hide their fears
That [D]no man lives forever.
[G]Feels like nothing [D]ever did.
[G]Kills like nothing [D]ever could.
[G]Dark and jaded world I hated,
[D]Everything I left behind.
[G]I don't need you, and I don't want you,
[D]World that left me blind.
tabbed by: nastryker@juno.com
[D] [C] [Bb] [A] [C#] [D] [C] [Bb] [A] [C#] [D]
[D]Up from the sands of the mighty Sa[G]hara comes,
Our [A]hero bold, who so it's told, is a [D]lot like you and me.
His passion burns, the world it turns,
He [G]fills his hand to fill the void,
And [A]fuels the constant feeling,
Of [D]nothingness inside his soul.
[G]Feels like nothing [D]ever did.
[G]Kills like nothing [D]ever could.
[G]Dark and jaded world I hated,
[D]Everything I left behind.
[G]I don't need you, and I don't want you,
[D]World that left me blind.
[D]Beneath the sands of the mighty [G]Sahara lies,
[A]Buried treasure sunken deep, in [D]darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
[D]Gold fills hands, or is it sand,
The [G]same that covers everything?
Where [A]cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now [D]sink beneath the swelling ground.
[G]Feels like nothing [D]ever did.
[G]Kills like nothing [D]ever could.
[G]Dark and jaded world I hated,
[D]Everything I left behind.
[G]I don't need you, and I don't want you,
[D]World that left me blind.
[D] [G] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D]
[D]This [A]wo[A#]rld is [D]for the [A]ta[A#]kin[A]g,[A#]
[D]This [A]wo[A#]rld is [D]suffo[A]ca[A#]tin[A]g.[A#]
D A A# D A A# A A#(X4
[D]Plastic [A]ba[A#]gs of [D]nova[A]ca[A#]in,[A][A#]
Some [D]PC[A]P [A#]to [D]kill the [A]pa[A#]in.[A][A#]
[D]Build a [A]to[A#]mb to [D]store your [A]ru[A#]st,[A][A#]
[D]Moth-eaten [A]pi[A#]les of [D]blowing [A]du[A#]st.[A][A#]
[D]Under the sands of the [G]mighty Sahara,
Goes our [A]hero bold, in seach of gold, a [D]casket for a dying world.
[D]Our hero stands, wealth in hand,
The [G]prize for his endeavors.
The [A]masses cheer, to hide their fears
That [D]no man lives forever.
[G]Feels like nothing [D]ever did.
[G]Kills like nothing [D]ever could.
[G]Dark and jaded world I hated,
[D]Everything I left behind.
[G]I don't need you, and I don't want you,
[D]World that left me blind.
