All The Dying chords by Mother Mother

Chords with lyrics

• Difficulty: Intermediate

A augmentedA            C# minorC#m
When I see a face of anonymity
 A augmentedA               C# minorC#m
Crying on the street, it does something to me
 A augmentedA       G#G#    D MajorD
I make believe malady, tragedy


  A augmentedA            C#C#
Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing
     A augmentedA                     D MajorD
'Cause flowers on the grave still means they're getting something
         A augmentedA              G#G#
But when the flowers ain't there, and the grave is bare
       D MajorD
I think of old dead bones that don't get theirs

       C# minorC#m         A augmentedA
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
      C# minorC#m       A augmentedA
I think of all the flies in all the hеat
      C# minorC#m        C# minorC#m    C# minorC#m
I think of all the dying and dying and dying

  D MajorD         A augmentedA
Dying and dying and decomposing
 C# minorC#m          D MajorD
Dying and dying's for real

   A augmentedA             C# minorC#m
When I see the damned in their dire straights
  A augmentedA                D MajorD
Damning all the men with those American names
       A augmentedA
I say "don't damn the man, damn your hand
       G#G#
For makin' a fist and shaking it all around"
    D MajorD         D MajorD
Damn the hand, damn your hand

       C# minorC#m          A augmentedA
Oh, you can damn the butchers and damn the beef
       C# minorC#m        A augmentedA
Oh, you can damn the flies in all the heat
      C# minorC#m        C# minorC#m    C# minorC#m
Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying

Solo A augmentedA C# minorC#m B minorBm FF

  A augmentedA         C# minorC#m
Dying and dying and decomposing
 A augmentedA          D MajorD
Dying and dying's for real
  A augmentedA        C# minorC#m
Dying and dying and pounds of posy
  A augmentedA       D MajorD
Dying and dying's forever

   A augmentedA            BB     E MajorE
When I hear the crying of a siren in the night
      A augmentedA            BB         E MajorE
I think of piles of writhing people, fighting for their lives
      A augmentedA         G# minorG#m
I see an image of a body, broken and beet red
      D MajorD                 C minorCm DmDm E minorEm
I hear the a cappella angels singing for the dead

       C# minorC#m           A augmentedA
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
       C# minorC#m          A augmentedA
I think of all the flies in all the heat
      C# minorC#m   C majorC     E MajorE       A augmentedA
I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones
      C# minorC#m   C majorC       E MajorE       A augmentedA
I think of all the words that get written on the stones
       C# minorC#m   C majorC      E MajorE       A augmentedA
I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls
       C# minorC#m
I think of all the dying
 C# minorC#m
All the dying
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All the dying
 C# minorC#m
All the dying