吉他谱信息

标题:Who Invited the Russian Soldier?

艺人:Every Time I Die

作曲:Every Time I Die

附注:
tabbed by Josh Conquest
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节拍:Moderate ♩ = 157

音轨:
  1. Rhythym Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  2. Lead Guitar - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  3. Drums - 敲击乐器
注释:(slide from 1 to 4 and back down)(slide from 1 to 4 and back down)slide from 1 to 11 and back"As if it's done any of us any good""And you're standing on the edge holding a rose"(slide from 1 to 4 and back down real quick)(slide from 1 to 4 and back down)"And your standing on the edge holding a rose"(slide from 1 to 4 and back down real quick)(slide from 1 to 4 and back down real quick)slide from 1 to 11 and back"As if it's done any of us any good""And your standing on the edge holding a rose"(slide from 1 to 4 and back down real quick)(slide from 1 to 4 and back down real quick)"And your standing on the edge holding a rose"Half-time
歌曲: Who Invited the Russian Soldier?
歌词:
Wait until they send your son home in a box. 
See if you're dancing when water is everywhere.
Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous.
Wave as it carries him off and pose while it fits you in hospital gowns.
Flirt with the men dressed in white.
Slip into bed with the fire that consumes our house.
Sing on your surveillance tape.
Smile in your autopsy photo for once.
Phone up the boys that have buried your bones.
Where do you get off loving life? As if it's done any of us any good

You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're standing on the edge holding a rose.
Dead where we stand and you concern yourself with such things as your status and what's in fashion?
Don't say you can't be this bothered.
You've got some never having hope in this ghost town port of call.

Someday your insides will turn themselves out.
Tell me what purpose our efforts have served when we end up in the ground?
More acts will follow the roles we have played.
Everything loved will expire. I've seen it all and I'm worse off because of it.
Good men have died in my arms.
I've been everywhere yet we'll end up at the same depth. What's the point?

You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're are on the edge holding a rose.
You're standing on the edge holding a rose.
Don't say you can't be this bothered.
You've got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call.

There's nothing to see here. And nothing gazes back at me.
There's nothing to see here. And that nothing looks back at us.
原谱地址:https://www.jitashe.org/tab/108624/