Fair Warning

D C#m A E A My trembling hands grew still E A C#m D D As I heard him bolt and lock the door E I heard the sickness in his heels A A As he made his way across the concrete floor A I knew that he’d been drinkin’ D D And I knew that he was coming back for more E But you can’t put up a fight A A If you don’t know what the hell you’re fightin’ for D A See I’d have walked at the thought that I could crawl C#m D D But all I’d found was a cold revolving door E I’d been taught this way of life A A Seen it all so many nights before A I can still hear him screaming C#m D D Through whiskey and a cold and ceaseless night E Girl you ain't gone forever A A You’ll just be a little harder to find A C#m D E A D E A E A A Those of you that know C#m D D The kind of hell that I’ve clawed my way through E Consider this fair warning A A You’ll die if you don’t learn to fight for you A And I know that it’s been written D D Forgive them; for they know not what they do E But it’s a shame to be the victim A A Since the temple veil’s been torn clean in two A E It’s a shame to be the victim D A E Since the temple veil’s been torn clean in two