E   G               A       E                     G
Try waking the dead;  Hard to feel the soul-stained teeth
A                                               E     G            A
Biting the hand that's feeding me;   Get rid of the hum in my head
E                        G                  A
Something inside eats me alive; Can't even trust my own insides

E   G F#   A    /B A G;           E   G F#   A    /B A G

E   G               A
Try waking the dead
E                           G                          A
Under the Earth the worms will turn and till the soil of My hard mind
E        G            A
  Make forges to kill one more day
E                        G
Easy to grind the sands of time
A
Under the heel that pounds the beat
E                               G                      A
Beats the copper that Lights the Streets   In the Machine

E   G F#   A    /B A G;        E   G F#   A    /B A G   E g f# f# g f#  E
 

E    G              A             [d/br]
Try waking the dead
E                            G
Close great doors of deep desire
A
Feeding and fuelling and fanning the fire
         E                           G
Make rich men cake from yesterday's bread
A
Say you're an ordinary girl...
E                         G              A                                           E        .... E g f# f# g f#  E
Good as such but bad inside, Rotting alive on the sun's dark side

C                   D
If you want a reaction
C                   D
If you want a tender word
C                           D
If you look for interaction
C                                       D
Beyond closed eyes and a hard caress
E    G                A
Try waking the dead
(e)                     (d) E  (e)     G      E
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