Flesh and Bone The Killers
Intro:
[Gm] [D#/Gm]
[Gm]I've gone through life white-knuckled
In the moments that left me behind
[D#/Gm]Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
[C/G#m]They say I'll adjust
[(C/F)]God kn[(C/D#)]ows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural se[Bb]lection picked me out [Cm]to be
A [D#]dark horse running in a f[Bb]antasy
[F/Cm](Flesh and bone)[Cm7]
[D#]And I'm [F]running out of [Gm]time,
[Cm](Flesh and bone)[D#] [(F)]
[Bb]Somewhere outside that [F/Cm]finish line
I square up and b[Cm7]reak through the chains[D#] [(F)]
And I hit like a [Gm]raging bull
[Cm7]Anointed by the blood, I[D#/Cm7] take the reins[(F)]
Cut from the [Gm]cloth, of a f[Cm7]lag that
Bears the name of "[D#/Cm7]Battle Born"[(F)]
They'll call me the [Bb]contender
They'll listen fo[F/Cm]r the bell
With my f[D#]ace flashing crimson from the fires of hell
(What are you [F]afraid of?)
And what are you m[Bb]ade of?
[F/Cm](Flesh and bone)[Cm7]
[D#]And I'm [F]running out of [Gm]time,
[Cm](Flesh and bone)[D#] [(F)]
And what are you m[Bb]ade of?
[F/Cm](Flesh and bone)[Cm7]
[D#]Man, I'm[F] turning on a d[Gm]ime,
[Cm](Flesh and bone)[D#] [(F)]
[Cm](This could decay)
[D#]This could decay
[Gm]Like the valley below
[F]Defences are down
[Cm]The stakes are high
(Scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)
[D#]The fairytale end
(To face off the journey that fathers no more)
[Gm]The staggering blow
(You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
[F]You lead with your chin
(Thinkin' with your corners, just a compass and the sun)
[F]This could be real
(Thinkin' with your corners, just a)
Simple
[Bb] [F/Cm] [Cm7] [D#] [F]
[Gm] [Cm] [D#] [F]
And what are you m[Bb]ade of?
[F/Cm](Flesh and bone)[Cm7]
[D#]And I'm [F]running out of [Bb]time,
[Cm](Flesh and bone)[D#] [(F)]
[Bb]What are you made of?
[Bb] [F/Cm] [Cm7] [D#] [F]
[Gm]rep[Cm]eat[D#] fo[F]r outro
He faces forward,
Trading in his blindness for the world of love,
And time is raging, may it rage in vain,
And you always had it, but you never knew,
So boots and saddles, get on your feet,
There's no surrender, cause there's no retreat,
The bells are sounding, bring this match to an end,
We are the descendents of giant men.
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