The Falcon — Blackout Chords

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			     The Falcon — Blackout
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Tabbed by: rob
Email: brainwashed_monkey@hotmail.com

this is an easy one so i just wrote out the chords.

intro
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C#      A               F#    G#          C#       A   F#  G#
All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.

    C#            A              F#           G#  
The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, 

C#    A  F#   G#
right on time now.

  C#         A          F#           G#       C#     A  F#  G#
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)

C#  A     F#      G#       C#  A  F#  G#
The disco ball is swinging low.

[play intro here]

A                              B   
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.

E    B    C#           A         E               B           C#        A
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.

         E            B    C#      A         E    B  C# A  
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.

[play intro here]

C#       A              F#             G#          C#   A   F#  G#
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.

    C#     A           F#         G#           C#    A   F#    G#
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.

  C#      A        F#           G#       C#     A   F#  G#
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)

         C#           A               F#           G#            C#   A   F#  G#
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the...Oh.

A                                 B
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known. I should have fucking known.

E    B    C#           A         E               B           C#        A
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.

         E              B    C#      A         E    B  C# A 
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking me home

C#              A             E                 B
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.

C#            A              E                B
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.

C#         A            E             B           A 
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.

B
Am I right?

[play intro here]
[play chorus here]
[solo over chorus chords]
[play intro here]

done.