Estocada Teclado

	  In the final line of each verse there is a F# I have put in parentheses,  
this is intended to highlight that a F# bass note is played right before jumping into   
the A chord following it.  

verse 1:  

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 it'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 in nobility is that something to prize  
G#m              (F#) A                     G#m               C#m       A          Am6  
the flood lights generate our home, render sleeping some miffed up men oh-oh ahh, oh-oh ahh  



C                     F         Fm7        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  

verse 2:  

Em            Bm                  Em       Bm  
you took the bus to plaza del toro, 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, of the estocada, ahh  

Final Chorus:  

C                     F         Fm7        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