Pythons
Great tune from a good band. This one is off their latest album, Pythons. Check 'em
out! (please forgive me if the lyrics aren't 100% correct)
Intro/Main riff: D F# G A
[D]Immaculate [F#]savior, [D]this is my [F#]prayer to you
[G]Dampen my tongue so I [A]can't taste the malice, [G]numb me from any re[A]gret
[D]Touch me with [F#]fire, [D]fill me with needles and [F#]pins
[G]Unlucky [A]weekends have [D]left me for [F#]dead, [G]staking out [A]lovers to [D]wetting the [F#]bed
[G]Fall down like [A]rain, [D]run through my [F#]veins
[G]Land on my [A]lips where you [D]taste like [F#]champagne, [G]stinging like [A]needles & [D]pins
We'll cover our footprints
We'll weave it and tie dye the touch
We'll stay up late or all night if we want to
Hijack the earliest train
But we should be wary
Of who we're pretending to be
How many weekends have left me for dead
Staking out lovers to wetting the bed
Fall down like rain
Run through my veins
Land on my lips where you taste like champagne
Stinging like needles and pins
Aaahhh.......Aaahhhhhh.......Aaaahhh.......Aaahhhhhhh
You're speaking a language I know
I am immune to your faults and short comings
We're not so different at all
Our covers are scorching
The spring time is melting away
Let's slip away to the south pass tonight
Look to the east as the cities ignite
Up and abroad
Hammer of God
Ten thousand angels in heaven above
It sounds like the drop of a pin
Great tune from a good band. This one is off their latest album, Pythons. Check 'em
out! (please forgive me if the lyrics aren't 100% correct)
Intro/Main riff: D F# G A
[D]Immaculate [F#]savior, [D]this is my [F#]prayer to you
[G]Dampen my tongue so I [A]can't taste the malice, [G]numb me from any re[A]gret
[D]Touch me with [F#]fire, [D]fill me with needles and [F#]pins
[G]Unlucky [A]weekends have [D]left me for [F#]dead, [G]staking out [A]lovers to [D]wetting the [F#]bed
[G]Fall down like [A]rain, [D]run through my [F#]veins
[G]Land on my [A]lips where you [D]taste like [F#]champagne, [G]stinging like [A]needles & [D]pins
We'll cover our footprints
We'll weave it and tie dye the touch
We'll stay up late or all night if we want to
Hijack the earliest train
But we should be wary
Of who we're pretending to be
How many weekends have left me for dead
Staking out lovers to wetting the bed
Fall down like rain
Run through my veins
Land on my lips where you taste like champagne
Stinging like needles and pins
Aaahhh.......Aaahhhhhh.......Aaaahhh.......Aaahhhhhhh
You're speaking a language I know
I am immune to your faults and short comings
We're not so different at all
Our covers are scorching
The spring time is melting away
Let's slip away to the south pass tonight
Look to the east as the cities ignite
Up and abroad
Hammer of God
Ten thousand angels in heaven above
It sounds like the drop of a pin
