All The Dying chords by Mother Mother

• Difficulty: Intermediate

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



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

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

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

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

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

Solo A C#m Bm F

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

   A            B     E
When I hear the crying of a siren in the night
      A            B         E
I think of piles of writhing people, fighting for their lives
      A         G#m
I see an image of a body, broken and beet red
      D                 Cm Dm Em
I hear the a cappella angels singing for the dead

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