Picking At Bones

[Verso 1]

C 
Pot calls the kettle black 
C 
Like an empty gun rack 
Am 
Your words versus my pen, my sword 
C 
Call a spade a spade 
                   Cm 
Live and die by my own blade 
Am 
No more shackles, no more chains 
C 
Cleanse myself in the acid rain 
Am 
Fly my flag no matter what you say 
         C 
From my cold dead hand, drag my corpse away 
Am                                   C 
To the promised land, to a dark new day 



[Refrão]

C                                      Dm 
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way 
     Am            Dm 
I'll go my own way 
   C 
My life's my own 
    Dm        Am 
My fate's unknown 
      Dm             C                Dm 
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way 
     Am          Dm 
I'll do it my way 
      C                 Dm      Am 
Ain't no one ever gonna tell me no 
                                C  Dm  Am 
Famine or feast, I'm picking at bones 
           C   Dm   Am 
Picking at bones 
C              Dm 
In the shadows 
                     Am 
Of your darkest days 
                                       C 
Have heart in the eye of the hurricane 
               Dm 
In the shadows 
                     Am 
Of your darkest days 
                                      C 
Have heart in the eye of the hurricane 

Cm  Am 


[Verso 2]
 
C                     Dm 
Rage is a gift if ya use it right 
   Am 
To lift up the broken, to hear their plight 
                C                   Dm 
So what will it take, to die with a smile on your face? 
    Am 
To find happiness across time and space? 
    C                 Cm Dm       Am 
To live honestly, to leave a legacy 


[Refrão]

                                      Dm 
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way 
     Am            Dm 
I'll go my own way 
   C 
My life's my own 
    Dm        Am 
My fate's unknown 
      Dm             C                Dm 
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way 
     Am          Dm 
I'll do it my way 
      C                 Dm      Am 
Ain't no one ever gonna tell me no 
           Cm                   C  Dm  Am 
Famine or feast, I'm picking at bones 
           C   Dm   Am 
Picking at bones 
C              Dm 
In the shadows 
                     Am 
Of your darkest days 
                                       C 
Have heart in the eye of the hurricane 
               Dm 
In the shadows 
                     Am 
Of your darkest days 
                                      C 
Have heart in the eye of the hurricane 



[Ponte]


I'm picking at 
               Am 
I'm picking at bones 
C5 
I'm picking at 
               Am 
I'm picking at bones 

C D Am C D Am 


[Refrão]

         C 
In the shadows 
         Dm 
Of your darkest days 
     Am 
Have heart in the eye of the hurricane 
       C 
In the shadows 
        Dm 
Of your darkest days 
      Am 
Have heart in the eye of the hurricane 

Outro 
           C  Dm Am 
Picking at bones 
C Dm Am 
Bones