Biografia:
We The Heathens are a 3 piece acoustic crust/folk punk band from Wisconsin. Featuring members of Atrocity Solution.
http://wetheheathens.bandcamp.com/
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Tuning standard
[Intro]
A A A A
[Verse]
A
My ambitions have gone out the window
F#m D
They are sinking in the depths of the ocean with no warning
My frail solemn bones are aching
Bm D
From this tired words to redeem my self
A
What was I thinking
F#m
I wasn't that's the point that you are missing
D
Lost causes in the voids while I was drinking
You said it's unhealthy
Bm D
But the truth be told I was only bored
[Chorus]
A Bm D F#m
Oh tragedy, you've come to confide in me once more
D
But I was passed out on the floor
A Bm D
Oh irony, I feel like you've been here before
F#m D
But the lights were off and there was no one home
A
To greet you at the door
[Bridge]
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
[Verse]
A F#m
Reclamation, a reckless report of renovations
D
A sequence of chores and innovations
It sounds like a bore
Bm D
Could you turn the tube back to channel 4
A F#m
My television has more reaction the looks that you have given
D
On trial with crooks, there's no division
Bm
I'm one in the same, but you're always wrong
D
I'll never point the blame
[Pre-Chorus]
A Bm D F#
Oh tragedy, you've come to confide in me once more
D
But I was passed out on the floor
A Bm D
Oh irony, I feel like you've been here before
F#m D
But the lights were off and there was no one home
A Bm D
Oh subtly, you thought you could sneak past mea
F#m D
Well you we're fucking right, I could care less you see
A Bm D
Oh apathy, my closest friend that I keep
F#m D
And you say get a job, but I've got a hobby
A
I've got a hobby
[Outro]
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
A
[Intro]
A A A A
[Verse]
A
My ambitions have gone out the window
F#m D
They are sinking in the depths of the ocean with no warning
My frail solemn bones are aching
Bm D
From this tired words to redeem my self
A
What was I thinking
F#m
I wasn't that's the point that you are missing
D
Lost causes in the voids while I was drinking
You said it's unhealthy
Bm D
But the truth be told I was only bored
[Chorus]
A Bm D F#m
Oh tragedy, you've come to confide in me once more
D
But I was passed out on the floor
A Bm D
Oh irony, I feel like you've been here before
F#m D
But the lights were off and there was no one home
A
To greet you at the door
[Bridge]
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
[Verse]
A F#m
Reclamation, a reckless report of renovations
D
A sequence of chores and innovations
It sounds like a bore
Bm D
Could you turn the tube back to channel 4
A F#m
My television has more reaction the looks that you have given
D
On trial with crooks, there's no division
Bm
I'm one in the same, but you're always wrong
D
I'll never point the blame
[Pre-Chorus]
A Bm D F#
Oh tragedy, you've come to confide in me once more
D
But I was passed out on the floor
A Bm D
Oh irony, I feel like you've been here before
F#m D
But the lights were off and there was no one home
A Bm D
Oh subtly, you thought you could sneak past mea
F#m D
Well you we're fucking right, I could care less you see
A Bm D
Oh apathy, my closest friend that I keep
F#m D
And you say get a job, but I've got a hobby
A
I've got a hobby
[Outro]
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
A F#m C# D
A
We Will Worship
We Won The Scien (...)
Wear Your Wounds
Weather And Wave (...)
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