Some Kind Of Hell chords by Under The Rug

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

C               G
You punched a hole
C                        G                C
In the windshield of my twenty ten Accord
            G
Some kind of hell
                  D
Is coming for us baby

(D  D4  D)

C                  G
Still out for blood
C                                   G              C
You screamed like hell at some old lady and her dog
                G
Which backed away like
                   D
You might give it rabies

D7
My, my, my, my love

Em                                        Am
There's nothing left at the bottom of the bottle
                     D        D#º             Em
Your half unfinished novel is sitting on the stairs
                                                Am
I know the signs I've been learning how to read them
                  Cm7                         G
No need for us to pretend that it will be alright

F#7 Am G
Alright
F#7 Am G
Alright
         F#7 Am G
Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh
    F#7 Am G
Oh, alright

(D  D4  D)

C              G
I punched a hole
C                         G               C
In the windshield of your twenty ten Accord
              G
I'd say I'm sorry
               D  D4  D
But I'm not sorry

C                  G
And I hate your mom
C                            G                   C
Hopped up on Xanax that the state helps her afford
           G
With money meant
                           D
For your sweetheart little brother


Em                                         Am
There's nothing left that I really need to say here
                 D                  D#º                Em
Should I try to stay here or will I end up just like you
                                             Am
I know the signs I've been learning how to read them
                  Cm7                      Am
No need for us to pretend that you will be alright

Solo C  Em  E5+  Am
       C  Em  E5+

F                   C
I had the strangest dream
                       Em
I was looking out from your eyes
Ab5+
At me

F                        C
And I, I saw myself for real
    C/E           Em
And not like in a mirror
    Eb   F#7
But clearer

    F                    C
And oh, beloved like a friend
                    Em
Like the visions of pretend things
Ab5+
Pretend things

F                    C
Now, we'll never be ok
                    Em
But God herself did make us
Eb F#7
Naked

F                        C
Clean, just like we were born
                   Em
So, too, shall, we be torn
         Ab5+
From our bodies

F                     C
Like, it's as if each tree
                     Em
Were an old desreted shrine
Eb     F#7
Unlighted

F                      C
Done, and pining to be free
                  Em
To crumble in its last gasp
   Ab5+
To black ash

F                 C
Once again to reconnect
                   Em
With the pieces of itself that
Eb F#7    F
It left behind

                       C
The closed lids of your eyes
                 A7
Do you dream the same dreams
    Ab5+
The same fires?