The Crowning chords by A Camp

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: F

Difficulty: Novice

Verse:
F
Brighten the corners and clear out the room
Bb
Color the flowers in rose and maroon
C
Light up the fires and season this wine
Gm
We're gonna party like it's 1699

Verse:
F
Slaughter the rabbits, the doves, and the boars
    Bb
And lay all the tables and open the doors
    C
The Creme del a Creme will be waiting
                Gm
On one guest of honor

Pre-Chorus:
Bb
Oh up go the curtains
Gm
And down go the virgins
F                   E
Oh no, mothers are crying
Bm                        Gm                  F              C
Ladies of virtue, will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theft

Chorus:
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm             Gm
Let the people begin
F               Gm        F
The crowning of your big head

Verse:
F
Young drunken girls in a hideous dance
         Bb
Sing a heartfelt lament of the death of romance
C
Beautiful boys turn and offer their cheeks
Gm
Preening and prancing, the outcome looks bleak

Verse:
F
Good times are rolling

But outside these walls
      Bb
Our houses will crumble, this city will fall
       C
But a few broken pawns don't mean nothing
                 Gm
To our guest of honor

Pre-chorus:
Bb
So let's raise our glasses
Gm                      F
To murderess asses like you
               E
May you sleep soundly
Bb
Once we had laughter
Gm
You got what you're after
F              C
Oh you wear it well

Chorus:
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm             Gm
Let the people begin
F                       Gm
Hear how the hearts are pounding
F                        Bb
We're all witnessing the crowning
     C                Fm
Of your big bleeding head

Instrumental:
Fm Bbm Fm Gm C

Verse:
F
Bells are gonna ring
Am
Birds are gonna sing
Dm             Gm
Let the people begin

Outro:
F                       Bb
Hear how the hearts are pounding
F                       Gm
Your rise, nothing but astounding
F                       Bb
We're all witnessing the crowning
        Dm         C       F
On your useless, ruthless head