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Brittle Bones Nicky 2 by Rare Americans - Guitar Chords
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Version 1
[Intro]
N.C.
Welcome friends! Hello foes!
N.C.
Thought my story was over, book closed?
N.C.
Think again, we’re nowhere close
N.C.
My eyes are open, cheers, we toast!
N.C.
I am a mother fucking GHOST! (He’s a ghost!)
[Verse 1]
Dm Dm
My heart beat blanked, through the ground I sank
Dm Gm
I met a driver, his name was Hank
Dm Dm
Told me we were on the way, when I asked to where
Dm Gm
He said, “Can’t say!"
Dm
"He Himself decides your fate,"
Dm Gm
"I’ll drop you off right in front of the gates!”
Dm Dm
A roller coaster kind of night
Dm Gm
My whole life right in plain sight
Dm Dm
Saw my mom, held her hand
Dm Gm
Couldn't wait to hug her in the promised land
Dm Dm
A rush of love, flight of doves
Dm A
I must be trippin', what a drug
[Chorus]
F E Dm
Am I going to heaven or hell?
Bb A Dm
A question I have always asked myself
F C Dm A
Brittle Bones Nicky, you were crafty and tricky
F C Dm
It’s said that you were gold
F C A
It’s said that you were gold!
[Verse 2]
N.C.
Welcome, welcome Nicky!
N.C.
Welcome to heaven!
Dm Dm
Door's open up, I was ushered in
Dm Gm
Hank said "Good luck to ya, kid!"
Dm Dm
A sign on the door, it read "fate"
Dm Gm
Two arrows pointing to two gates
Dm Dm
I'm a shoe-in, I don't hate
Dm Gm
Got laughed right in my fucking face
Dm Dm
"NO KID, YOU MADE MANY MISTAKES
N.C.
STARTED WITH THE PIE TO SHIFTY'S FACE
Dm
GO BE WITH YOUR MATES, SCOUNDRELS, FAKES
C#m
YOU PAY FOR SINS IN MY PLACE"
C
Mom looked on, without a trace
Bb A
I was cast away, thrown, hell’s gate
Gm
“This ain’t fair, you dealt those cards!
G#
"I made the most of a terrible start!”
A A
No voice came back, laughs from the pack
N.C.
Spit on my shoes, and clawed at my back
[Chorus]
F E Dm
I guess I belong in hell
Bb A Dm
Is God the Devil Himself?
F C Dm A
Brittle Bones Nicky, you're not crafty or tricky
F C Dm
You're a son of a bitch, you're alone
F C A
Welcome to your new home!
[Verse 3]
Dm Dm
It was a fucking zoo, rotting in spew
Dm Gm
Caged, a bird, bruised black and blue
Dm Dm
I cried “I gotta get out of this place!”
Dm Gm
I heard a voice “Only one way!”
Dm Dm
It was Ben, it’d been years
Dm Gm
Saved him from the three musketeers
Dm Dm
Man, I was happy to see his face
N.C.
He said "I owe you one, I'll help you out of this maze!"
Dm Dm
“Approach the devil, with venomous grace
Dm Gm
tell him you’ll fuck with the human race!
Dm Dm
He may let you out, as a Ghost, a pawn
Dm Gm
to scare the shit out of who you want!
Dm Dm
If you serve time, do despicable crimes
Dm Gm
the devil might let you into heaven in time!
Dm Dm
Lines right there for you to plead, say a prayer
A
get on your knees!”
[Chorus]
F E Dm
I gotta get outta this hell
Bb A Dm
Would you sell your soul to save yourself?
F C
I’m not gonna get pushed around
F C
I’m not going down, down, down! (Down!)
F A Dm
I’m not going down!
[Verse 4]
Dm
“COME ON IN, TAKE A SEAT”
C#m
He was turned around, only saw his feet
C
The voice I knew, I’d just heard
Bb A
He turned around, it was God, he slurred
Dm
“SURPRISED? MOST OF EM' ARE
C#m
I’M MUFASA, AND I’M SCAR
C
LILY WHITE SHIT GETS OLD AND TRITE
Bb A
NOW TELL ME WHY YOU'RE IN MY SIGHT”
Dm
“I’ll make you a deal, if I can’t close
C#m
Banish me to the down below
C
I’m crafty, I'm tricky
Bb A
Millions of people dig me
Dm
Let me go back, make people crack
C#m
If I do you right, grant me a pass
C Bb A
To see my mom, and watch her back”
[Chorus]
F C
Brittle Bones Nicky
Dm A
He was crafty and tricky
F C Dm A
That son of a bitch was gold!
F C Dm
Yeah that son of a bitch was gold!
[Outro]
Dm Dm
So here I am, not quite a man
Dm Gm
But I always got a game plan
Dm Dm
I’ll ruffle feathers, fuck with folks
N.C.
But you know me, I’m a good bloke
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