Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Tabbed by: TheVolta
Artist: Chuck Ragan
Track: Cut em Down
Album: Gold Country
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[intro]
One simple word an you cut em down.
Severing life line with shame,
speak to the masses and make em smile.
Donning a halo you ve made,
but the wind won t carry you far this time.
The truth is you ve lost your own wings.
Traded them in for mere shiny things,
while lining your pockets as well.
Oh and as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
To hell with political campaign charades.
I d rather dig a hole in the earth
than to listen to a coward from a tailored world.
Who d be hard-pressed to carry their own worth.
Instead leave the death and the work to those
who suffer for freedom and food.
Fighting for family and home at hand,
and dying for nothing for you.
Oh and as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
Artist: Chuck Ragan
Track: Cut em Down
Album: Gold Country
Please rate this tab for accuracy and leave feedback.
Standard Tuning, No Capo
|-3-| |---| |---| |---| |-2-| |---|
|-3-| |-3-| |---| |-3-| |-3-| |-1-|
|-0-| |-0-| |-0-| |-0-| |-2-| |-0-|
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|-2-| |-3-| |-2-| |-2-| |---| |-3-|
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[intro]
One simple word an you cut em down.
Severing life line with shame,
speak to the masses and make em smile.
Donning a halo you ve made,
but the wind won t carry you far this time.
The truth is you ve lost your own wings.
Traded them in for mere shiny things,
while lining your pockets as well.
Oh and as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
To hell with political campaign charades.
I d rather dig a hole in the earth
than to listen to a coward from a tailored world.
Who d be hard-pressed to carry their own worth.
Instead leave the death and the work to those
who suffer for freedom and food.
Fighting for family and home at hand,
and dying for nothing for you.
Oh and as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.