Scorpion Hill

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  • A*
  • B*
  • C*
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  • Cm*
  • E*
  • F#m*
  • G#m*
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Key: (chord shapes in the key of E)
[First Part]
E A E Up on Scorpion Hill watching life
A B Passing me by in the pale moonlight
E And I sat there forever
A C#m Three sheets to the wind
B It's not helping my case The state that I'm in
A E But it's not how they told you
A E My intentions were good
A I was just bursting apart
E Like the end of the ark
C#m F#m A Holding on to whatever I could
( E A E A )
( C#m B A ) [Second Part]
E A square of light moves
B A Its way through the empty room
E F#m Across the stained yellow carpet
E B Like a ghost of myself in the
A afternoon
C Haunting my basement apartment
B C I looked in to the mirror
C#m A Hanging behind my door
B The glass was cracked
C And the man staring back
C#m A He don't look like me anymore
B And if the world is gonna burn
C Everyone should get A turn to light it up
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( E B C#m A )
( E B C#m )
( A E B ) [Chorus]
C#m A E B C#m A Down and out, I've been on
E B the rocks
C#m A E A I've been having some pretty
F#m dark thoughts
B Cm Yeah, I like them a lot
( E A E A )
( C#m B A ) [Second Part]
E B Time and time again, well I've tried
A And failed to get my act together
E G#m And I'll admit lately things
A Really went off the rails
C I know that you deserve better
B C But in the morning, as I was boarding
C#m A The commuter train to work
B The boss was calling, he said
C "There's been cutbacks and
C#m A I'm sorry you're the first"
B And If I can't support the two of us
Cm How can I support a third?
( E B ) [Chorus]
C#m A E B C#m A Down and out, I've been on
E B the rocks
C#m A E A I've been having some pretty
F#m dark thoughts [Bridge]
B And I'm on the brink
E Falling deep into debt
A Falling deep into drink
F#m I can drown those regrets
B I don't have to think
A E Now I'm working the night shift
A E Asleep at the wheel
A E I was bursting apart like a flame from a spark
C#m F#m Thinkin' "Jesus, this can't be for real" [Third Part]
A E My sweat-soaked mattress
A E Corner of the room
A E Cigarettes and matches
C#m F#m In the fading afternoon
A And a picture of my kid Yeah, he's smiling
E It's the first day of school
[Solo] E B C#m A
E B C#m A
E B C#m A
E B C#m A [Final Chorous]
F#m B She said, "I found the gun
E It was buried beneath
A Piles of clothes in the room
F#m Where your son sleeps
B And I can't pretend
E To know how this will end"
Song details

Composition: Stefan Babcock, Steve Sladkowski, Nestor Chumak, and Zack Mykula

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