Creeper – Cyanide chords

[Intro]

(Piano Riff)

e|-----------------|

B|-----------------|

G|-----------------|

D|-7-5-------------|

A|-----7-5-7-5-----|

E|-------------8-5-|

 

A F D

A F D

 

[Verse 1]

C#m                     F#m

Kissing in the acid rain

                     C#m

Heaven on our tongue again

                                 F#m

The cutest couple in the halls of Hell, well

        B

She was smoking with her friends

       D

Exhale nicotine and breathe me in

C#m                        F#m

Black denim under pale moonlight

                            C#m

Her skin is milk, so pale and white

                       F#m

Underneath the teenage spell, well

           B

She's Christina Applegate

           D               A

Hopelessly beautiful in 1989

 

[Chorus]

         F

She's my cyanide

            D

I drink her every night

N.C.                             A

And modern love can feel like suicide

         F

She's my cyanide

            D

I drink her every night

N.C.                             C#m

And modern love can feel like suicide

 

 

[Verse 2]

                         F#m

Holy water for the lady, please

                      C#m

Love is best upon our needs

                           F#m

With grass stains upon our jeans, now

          B

The devil dreams of me and you

           D

Of all the nasty things we do, oh baby

C#m                          F#m

Black lipstick on her coffee cup

                       C#m

Love is in the arms of lust

                       F#m

She's cold but still I burn, ah

     B

In a gin and tonic trance

        D                                A

We know sobriety won't teach the kids to dance

 

 

[Chorus]

         F

She's my cyanide

            D

I drink her every night

N.C.                             A

And modern love can feel like suicide

         F

She's my cyanide

            D

I drink her every night

N.C.                             C#m

And modern love can feel like suicide

 

[Bridge]

                      F#m        C#m

So we drive until the road (Runs out)

                      F#m

Or at least until our tears

             B

We count our sins beneath the sun

           D

We know no one forgives the future tears of Heaven

 

[Solo]

A F D D

A F D

 

[Chorus]

N.C.                             A

And modern love can feel like suicide

         F

She's my cyanide

            D

I drink her every night

N.C.                          A

And modern love can feel like suicide

         F

She's my cyanide

            D

I drink her every night

N.C.

And modern love can feel like suicide

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