Scorpion Hill
PUP
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Continues after the ad
Key: (chord shapes in the key of E)
[First Part]E A E Up on Scorpion Hill watching lifeA B Passing me by in the pale moonlightE And I sat there foreverA C#m Three sheets to the windB It's not helping my case The state that I'm inA E But it's not how they told youA E My intentions were goodA I was just bursting apartE Like the end of the arkC#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 movesB A Its way through the empty roomE F#m Across the stained yellow carpetE B Like a ghost of myself in theA afternoonC Haunting my basement apartmentB C I looked in to the mirrorC#m A Hanging behind my doorB The glass was crackedC And the man staring backC#m A He don't look like me anymoreB And if the world is gonna burnC Everyone should get A turn to light it upContinues after the ad( 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 onE B the rocksC#m A E A I've been having some prettyF#m dark thoughtsB 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 triedA And failed to get my act togetherE G#m And I'll admit lately thingsA Really went off the railsC I know that you deserve betterB C But in the morning, as I was boardingC#m A The commuter train to workB The boss was calling, he saidC "There's been cutbacks andC#m A I'm sorry you're the first"B And If I can't support the two of usCm How can I support a third?( E B ) [Chorus]C#m A E B C#m A Down and out, I've been onE B the rocksC#m A E A I've been having some prettyF#m dark thoughts [Bridge]B And I'm on the brinkE Falling deep into debtA Falling deep into drinkF#m I can drown those regretsB I don't have to thinkA E Now I'm working the night shiftA E Asleep at the wheelA E I was bursting apart like a flame from a sparkC#m F#m Thinkin' "Jesus, this can't be for real" [Third Part]A E My sweat-soaked mattressA E Corner of the roomA E Cigarettes and matchesC#m F#m In the fading afternoonA And a picture of my kid Yeah, he's smilingE It's the first day of school[Solo] E B C#m AE B C#m AE B C#m AE B C#m A [Final Chorous]F#m B She said, "I found the gunE It was buried beneathA Piles of clothes in the roomF#m Where your son sleepsB And I can't pretendE To know how this will end"
Composition: Stefan Babcock, Steve Sladkowski, Nestor Chumak, and Zack Mykula
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