Тональность

 
A Wolf At the Door

Dm
Drag him out your window, dragging out the dead
                    Dsus2                       Gm
Singing I miss you, snakes and ladders flip the lid
             Gm *                           
Out pops the cracker, smacks you in the head, 
                   Gm
Knives you in the neck
                 A                                   A7
Kicks you in the teeth steel toe caps takes all your credit cards
 A7
Get up get the gunge
 
Dm
Get the eggs get the flan in the face
                          Dsus2
The flan in the face, the flan in the face
Gm                         Gm *
Dance you fucker, dance you fucker
 Gm *
Don't you dare, don't you dare
          Gm
Don't you flan in the face
A                                               A7
Take it with the love its given, take it with a pinch of salt
 A7
Take it to the tax man
 
Dm
Let me back, let me back
                            Dsus2
I promise to be good, don't look in the mirror 
Gm              Gm *
At the face you don't recognize
                          Gm
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
A
Put me inside, put me inside
A7
Put me inside, put me inside
 
Chorus 1: 
D                                     Dsus2
I keep the wolf from the door, but he calls me up
G
Calls me on the phone, tells me all the ways 
 G
That he's gonna mess me up
F#m
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
Dmaj7                              G
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops
 
Interlude
 
Dm      C
Oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
Bb                  F
oh no no, no no no, no no no no, no no no no
A
No no no no, no, no no
 
(x3, cut F and A short on last one)
 
Verse 2:
Dm                        
Walking like giant cranes, 
                          Dsus2
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
     Gm                      Gm *
In a tight little world, and are you on the list?
                       Gm
Stepford Wives who are we to complain?
A
Investments and dealers, investments and dealers
A7
Cold wives and mistresses, cold wives and
 
Dm
Sunday papers city
                                     Dsus2
Boys in First Class don't know we're born little
Gm                    Gm *
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
                        Gm
Born and raised for the job
               A
Someone always does always pick it up
A7
Get over get up get over, turn the tape off
 
Chorus 2: 
D                                     Dsus2
I keep the wolf from the door, but he calls me up
G
Calls me on the phone, tells me all the ways 
 G
That he's gonna mess me up
F#m
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
Dmaj7                              G
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops, 
G
So I'm just gonna
 
D            G7sus4
Oooooh, oooh oooh
F#m
Oooooh, oooh oooh
Dmaj7      G7sus4
Ooooooooh, oooooh