Black Rose Acordes

	  Intro: 

E 
  Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends,’til it’s over, my friends, count along 
E 
  Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends ‘til it’s over, my friends, count along 

verse 1 

Dbm   
  Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more 
                                         A 
Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball 

Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says 
E                          B 
  She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery 

Dbm 
  Left my heart on the shelf for way too long 
                                              A 
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor 
                                       B 
I saw the line of snakes that came to me 

N.C         E 
So innocent were the days 
               Dbm 
The taste of good memories 
              A                      B 
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you 

verse 2 

Dbm 
  No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun 
                                            A 
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control 
                                             
Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says 
E                          B 
  She’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery 

Dbm         
  Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right 
                                               A 
Can’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and I 
                                       B 
I saw the line of snakes that came to me 

N.C         E 
So innocent were the days 
               Dbm 
The taste of good memories 
              A                      B 
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you 
     
            E 
So innocent were the days 
               Dbm 
The taste of good memories 
              A                      B 
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you 

E 

Bridge 

E 
  Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends 
          E 
‘Til it’s over, my friends, count along 
E 
  Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends 
          E 
‘Til it’s over, my friends count along 

E 
  Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends 
          E 
’Til it’s over, my friends, count along 
E 
  Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends 
          E 
‘Til it’s over that thing called love 

Solo 

|Dbm   |Dbm   |Dbm   |Dbm   | 
|A     |A     |E     |B     | 

|Dbm   |Dbm   |Dbm   |Dbm   | 
|A     |A     |B     |B     | 

N.C         E 
So innocent were the days 
               Dbm 
The taste of good memories 
              A                      B 
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you 

            E 
So innocent were the days 
               Dbm 
The taste of good memories 
              A                      B 
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
 

Break 

|E     |E     |Dbm   |Dbm   | 
|A     |A     |B     |B     | 

Outro 

               A                B 
Please let it grow, where it belongs 
              E                         Dbm 
There in the dark where the shadows are born 
           A             B                E                   A 
Leave it alone. I’m sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom 
           A  B                                 E 
‘Cause I know..., the black rose will find its home