Sold Out chords by Gracie Abrams

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Key: D


Intro:

Gadd9  Bm7  x2

Verse 1:
Bm7                           Gadd9
Hiding from a gun inside your high school
Bm7                           Gadd9
Just another Tuesday, normal, old news
Asus4                 Bm7              Gadd9
Someone spilled their blood on Molly's white shoes
Asus4                Bm7             G
Someone called their mother from the bathroom

Pre-Chorus:
                 D
And it all feels cold
               Asus4
All the men in suit and ties
                Bm7
And their empty words
                      G
In their thoughts and prayers tonight
                  D
While the country burns
               Asus4
They collect a check and pride
               Bm7
And the system works
                G
And we all stay terrified

Chorus:
            D         Asus4
What are we doing here?
             Bm7
Think we got sold out
            D          Asus4
Looks like another year
          Bm7
Without a way out

Verse 2:
Asus4                 Bm7            G
Numb now, break down, formalize your bedroom
Asus4       Bm7              G
As the only place that you belong to
Asus4            Bm7                G
Speak to no one, choke up like they taught you
Asus4          Bm7                  Gadd9
Build hermetic walls, they might protect you

Pre-Chorus:
                    D
From the blue light war
                 Asus4
And the failed experiments
                   Bm7
And the right-wing force

And the brutal hell of it
                D
And your aching core
             Asus4
To feel your youth a bit
                  Bm7
All you're asking for

Is a quiet place to live

Chorus:
            D         Asus4
What are we doing here?
             Bm7
Think we got sold out
            D          Asus4
Looks like another year
          Bm7
Without a way out
            D         Asus4
What are we doing here?
           Bm7   G
Aren't you tired?
          D       Asus4
Pain is a souvenir
         Bm7
It's a reminder (Ah)

Verse 3:
Asus4          Bm7         G
Saw a group of boys on television
Asus4              Bm7           G
Mourning Jake, who died, self-inflicted
Asus4                Bm7              G
Tortured through the phone and no one listened
D             Asus4              Bm
Buried in the ground, his father visits

Pre-Chorus:
               D
And it's all a game
                 Asus4
And it's working overtime
                 Bm7
To distract from pain
                        G
Double-tapping, swiping right
                D
While we throw away
                Asus4
Every chance to socialize
               Bm7
All we know is rage

It's a lethal parasite

Chorus:
            D         Asus4
What are we doing here?
             Bm
Think we got sold out
            D          Asus4
Looks like another year
          Bm
Without a way out
            D         Asus4
What are we doing here?
           Bm7   G
Aren't you tired?
          D       Asus4
Pain is a souvenir
         Bm7
It's a reminder