Psychosocial Chords by Slipknot
- Key: A
- BPM: 136
- Capo: no capo
DOWNBEAT
GUITAR
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GUITAR -
UKULELE
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PIANO
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MANDOLIN
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BANJO
PSYCHOSOCIAL CHORDS
[Start] [Intro] B Gb7 A7 Eb7 F7 A7 ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Verse] A7 Ooh yeah A7 I did my time and I want out A7 So effusive fade it doesn't cut A7 The soul is not so vibrant A7 The reckoning the sickening A7 Packaging subversion A7 Pseudosacrosanct perversion A7 Go drill your deserts A7 Go dig your graves A7 Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save A7 Sinking in getting smaller again A7 I'm done it has begun A7 I'm not the only one [Chorus] Eb F D7 Dm And the rain will kill us all Gm Eb ■ Throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But ■ no one else can see A7 The preservation of the martyr in me Gm A7 Psychosocial Psychosocial ■ D7 A7 Eb A7 Psychosocial ■ Psychosocial ■ ■ A7 Psychosocial Psychosocial A7 Oh there are cracks in the road we laid A7 But where the temple fell A7 The secrets have gone mad D7 A7 ■ This is nothing new A7 But when we killed it all A7 The hate was all we had [Verse] A7 Who needs another mess A7 We could start over A7 Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong C7 A7 ■ Now there's only emptiness A7 Venomous insipid Eb I think we're done Eb I'm not the only one [Chorus] Bb7 F7 D7 And the rain will kill us all Gm Bb Eb ■ Throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But no one else can see A7 The preservation of the martyr in me D7 A7 Dm Eb Bb F Dm Bb ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Solo] Eb Bb Dm ■ ■ ■ [Inst] Dm Psychosocial Psychosocial A7 Psychosocial Psychosocial ■ [Chorus] A7 Psychosocial Psychosocial B E7 A7 The limits of the dead ■ [Verse] A7 The limits of the dead A7 The limits of the dead A7 The limits of the dead A7 Fake antifascist lie A7 I tried to tell you but A7 Your purple hearts are giving out A7 Can't stop a killing idea A7 If it's hunting season A7 Is this what you want A7 I'm not the only one [Chorus] Eb Bb F Dm And the rain will kill us all Eb We throw ourselves against the wall Bb F Dm But ■ no one else can see Gm Eb The preservation of the martyr in me Bb F Dm And the rain will kill us all Bb Eb We throw ourselves against the wall Bb Dm D7 But no one else can see Dm A A7 The preservation of the martyr in me ■ [Outro] A7 The limits of the dead A7 The limits of the dead [End]
