Estocadas

Em Bm Em Bm The Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is Em Bm Em Bm Some fucker took whats mine now he's making like she's his G#m F# A G#m C#m A Am6 your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift, oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh Em Bm Em Bm such a stupid offering what's it meant to symbolize Em Bm Em Bm hostile immobility is that something to prize? G#m F# A G#m C#m A Am6 Flood lights generate a hum, render sleeping some myth of man, oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh C F Fmin7 A# A A/G this morning finds me alive with my face pressed in the glass door F C C9 this summer's been nothing but rain A# A A nature is writhing in her own filth again Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh Em Bm Em Bm Took the bus to plaza de toros, on a dare Em Bm you cried all through the bullfight Em Bm and cursed me for taking you there G#m F# A G#m7 C#m A Am6 riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only oh, only estocadas, ahh C F Fmin7 A# A A/G this morning finds me lying with my face pressed to the glass door F C C9 this summer's been nothing but rain A# A A nature is writhing in her own filth again Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm Em Bm Em ooooooh-ooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh A|-2/-5-5-5-5-5-5-5/-9-9-9-9-9-9-9\-5-5-5-5-5-5-5---1/2-2-2-2-2-2| E|-0--0-0-0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0| Repeat till fade.