Nintendo Blood

G              F               C
Her eyes were black and white and 
blue
G                   F        
I listen to your favorite songs 
      C
backwards
G              F           
Do you have a plan for who to 
      C          G
surrender to?
F                       C
I’ve been training for you…

               C
It won’t stop now

Am         G        C
Imprisoned us in a song
Am         Bm            C
Asleep in the dead of wrong
Am          G           C
No return beyond this point
Am   Bm
In theory

G F C
Ooooo
G               F          
Will you drift into that dark 
    C
war-path,
G                    F           
When the blood runs down their 
      C
face sideways?
G              F            
As the party stays in the city 
      C         G
forever, it seems
                  F
Like ugly hippy neon art

C  G

G                     F          
We let the schoolboys in your 
   C
eyes run out
G                 F              
When you asked me to blow smoke 
    C
in your mouth
G                   F             C
Like anybody the gloves I find I try
G                  F          C
Can you think back to that time?

C  G F x4

C                    G           
I was so angry I got up and out 
   F
of bed
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C                    G           
I spent 25 minutes reading what 
    F
you said
C                         
A face I know so well, I’ve 
     G             F
memorized your teeth
C                               G
I’ve worked so hard I haven’t 
                F       C
looked at you in weeks... ooh

G                  F
Not gonna give a thought
                       C
Not gonna give him my head
                    G
Not gonna give a thought

Not gonna take it
F
I'm not gonna take it, no
C
I'm not gonna give it

G                      F         
Will you solve your problems in 
    C
the day-light?
G              F              
They like to change the rules as 
    C
they go
G                F               
By chapter 2 he got killed by the
   C
 author
G            F
Momma won’t let me out

C G

G                  F      
Take me in your android arms 
    C
mom-Jeanette
G                  F        
Made up of every lonely person 
     C
you’ve met
G                  F         
Of every pretty stranger you’ll 
           C
never regret —
         G                     F  
I can’t help it, it’s not my 
               C
fault, gotta be possessive
                  G           F   
Each man for his own, arm in arm 
   C
in arms

C

Am         G        C
Imprisoned us in a song
Am        Bm            C
Asleep in the dead of wrong
Am               G       C
Motha-f. Don’t page me tonite
Am           Bm
Don’t stop, react, attack.

C   G F x4

  C                                
“When man has conquered the earth 
                        G
he will have destroyed himself
              F                    
His appetite will devour the earth 
 C
and leave behind only a desert
             G             F
The end of living & the beginning of
 surviving,
C
Our land, our brother we treat like 
an enemy
G                            
But “when man has conquered the 
F                        C
earth he will have destroyed himself
                  G                
The end of living & the beginning 
   F     C
of surviving…”

C                               G
Our land is a brother we treat 
              F
like an enemy – oh oh
C                         
Cause nothing exists except 
     G                        F
molecules and empty space – oh oh
C                            
The moon is cracked I think it 
    G                 F
looked at me and grinned
C                            G   
The room is packed I look around 
             F
and now it spins
C                           G    
Cyborg, I need to sit down, I 
          F
need to shut up
C                            G   
Universe everything’s wrong, I 
             F
think I fucked up

C            F
Only trust myself
Eb           D
Level with myself
C            F
Level with myself
Eb           D
I am not myself