The Art Of Suicide chords by Emilie Autumn

You don't get many Emilie Autumn tabs or chords, so I thought I'd upload an easy one. A
of this has been worked out by myself, as the chords from the Emilie Autumn forum,
brilliant.

This sounds good at standard tuning, or with the capo at the 2nd.

Intro: G.


Verse chords.

C
   The art of suicide
   F
   Nightgowns and hair
                G
   Curls flying every which where
C

   The pain too pure to hide
   F
   Bridges of Sighs
               G
   Meant to conceal lover's lies

Bridge Chords.

   Am
   Under the arches
      Am
   Of moonlight and sky
   Am
   Suddenly easy
      Am
   To contemplate why
   Em
   Why...

Chorus Chords.

              Am
   Why live a life
                       F
   That's painted with pity
                   C
   And sadness and strife
               Am
   Why dream a dream
                       F
   That's tainted with trouble
                    C
   And less than it seems
              Am
   Why bother bothering
              F
   Just for a poem
                  C
   Or another sad song to sing
              Am
   Why live a life
              G
   Why live a life

Verse 2.
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid

Bridge.
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...

Chorus.
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

           Am
   Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
                 F
   With a second ending
            C
   When the people are disturbed
             F
   Well they should be disturbed
   F
   Because there's a story
        C
   That ought to be heard
           Am
   Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
                 F
   With a second ending
            C
   When the people are disturbed
             F
   Well they should be disturbed
   F
   Because there's a lesson
               C
   That really ought to be learned

Am
   The world is full of poets
            C
   We don't need any more
Am
   The world is full of singers
            C
   We don't need any more
Am
   The world is full of lovers
            C
   We don't need any more...