This song is too catchy. Anyway, I'm fairly confident in this tab...It's close enough,
The breakdown's a little iffy,
but it's awfully distorted. You can substitute a open 'A' chord for the power chord in the chorus,
if you're so inclined. I believe that is how they play it live.
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Intro:
e|---------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------|
G|--------------4h6-4--------------------|
D|-6-6-6--------------6~--666------------|
A|-4-4-4---------------------------------|
E|------0--0-0-0-------------------------|
Verse:
e|---------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------|
G|--------------4h6-4--------------------| . = Palm Mute
D|-6-6-6--------------6---666------------|
A|-4-4-4---------------------------------|
E|------0--0-0-0-------------------------|
. . .. . . .. . . . ...
Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christian
Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends
Don't tell them we went down to New York City again
Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted
Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us
Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins
Don't tell them New York City almost killed us again
Chorus:
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------66666666----------11111111----------------------------------|
D|66666666-66666666-77777777-22222222-44444444444444444444444444444444-|
A|66666666-44444444-77777777-22222222-44444444444444444444444444444444-|
E|44444444----------55555555-00000000-22222222222222222222222222222222-|
We are the theatre
They are the people
Dressed up to be seated
Looking upwards and dreaming
We're the projectors
We're hosting the screening
We're dust in the spotlights
We're just kinda floating
Verse:
Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess
Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest
Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts
Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church
Chorus:
They queue up for tickets
To see the performance
They push to get closer
Looking upwards with wonder
We are the actors
The cameras are rolling
I'll be Ben Gazarra
You'll be Gena Rowlands
Breakdown:
e|--------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|
E|00000000000000000000000000000000
e|-----------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------------| x4
D|-----------------------------------|
A|------------------------44444444---|
E|000000004444444422222222-----------|
Sometimes actresses get slapped
Sometimes actresses get slapped
Sometimes fake fights turn out bad
Sometimes actresses get slapped
Chorus:
Some nights making it look real
Might end up with someone hurt
Some nights it's just entertainment
And some other nights it's work
They come in for the beating
Sit in stadium seating
They're holding their hands out
For the body and blood now
We're the directors
Our hands all hold steady
I'll be John Cassavetes
Let me know when you're ready
Whoooo-a! Whoa oo whoa oo!
Man, we make our own movies
Man, we make our own movies
Whoa!
Man, we make our own movies
Man, we make our own movies
Whoa!
