B E F# G#m E (high) Eb C#m
e |2--0--2---4----7--------6---4
b |4--0--2---4----9--------7---5
g |4--1--3---4----9--------8---6
d |4--2--4---6----9--------9---6
a |2--2--4---6----7--------6---4
E |---0--2---4-----------------
You, Me, and Everyone We Know
I'd Contribute More Dead
Tabbed with Love
(Intro Verse)
B
I was just seventeen in a world getting mean
E
so my mind took a decade long walk.
B
Since its return, I've grown more than concerned
E
and I think that it's time for a talk.
(Intro)
B, F#, B, E (high)
B, F#, E, Eb, C#m, Eb
(verse 1)
B F#
Love the lord, trash the planet, (yeah we already know!)
E Eb C#m Eb
Adopt a poor foreign child. (can't you just let it go?!)
B F#
Spread like dust in the breeze, (population control!)
E
I'm not saying we're all guilty but we sure as hell know.
(Pre-Chorus)
G#m F# E
I'm all fire and brimstone when I write, but
G#m F# E
I won't leave this seat to join the fight.
B F#
So put the nail in the coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
B F#
And when they rail against our actions, or lack thereof, i'm sure we?ll find
A E
shame at last inside, we didn?t even need to read between the lines.
(verse 2)
B F#
I'm running on outdated hardware while shopping for phones
E
in an overcrowded everywhere (alone!) together we fold.
B F#
Wielding absolute knowledge in the palm of my hand,
E
I peruse tits and ass, how was this your god?s plan?
(verse 3)
B F#
I?d say we need to get outside but there?s no point for half the country.
E
It's all cops and crops and parking lots, woods turned into housing plots.
B F#
So the green spaces fleet while the food deserts creep
E
outward from the parts of town, where wealthy hide the black and brown.
(Pre-Chorus)
G#m F# E
I'm all fire and brimstone when I write, but
G#m F# E
I won't leave this seat to join the fight.
(Nice little bass part)
a | 2-2-2-2-2-2-2/4/6---------------0-0-0-0-0-2-2??-----------
E | -----------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0
B F#
So put the nail in the coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
(Bridge)
G#m
Nothing we say?s gunna make a difference,
B
nothing i do is gunna make a difference,
E
nothing we say?s gunna make a difference,
E
nothing you do is gunna make a difference.
G#m B
...Gunna make a difference, gunna make a difference...
E E
...Gunna make a difference, gunna make a difference...
(Intro Verse)
B
I was just seventeen in a world getting mean
E
so my mind took a decade long walk.
B
Since its return, I've grown more than concerned
E (hold)
and I think that it's time for a talk.
(break)
(Final Chorus)
B F#
So put the nails in my coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
B F#
And when you rail against my actions, or lack thereof, I'm sure we?ll find
A E
shame at last inside, we didn?t even need to read between the lines.
End on E