枪炮与玫瑰Right Next Door To Hell吉他谱 发布者： ICE-Guitar 点击：次

Tuning:Eb
Tom: E

Intro: E

A               B          C# D
I’ll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
B                A             G
Jesus, don’t ya git tired of turnin’ tricks
A                B
But when your innocence dies
C# D
You’ll find the blues
B              A             G
Seems all our heroes were born to lose
A    B
Just walkin’ through time
C# D
You believe this heat
B            A                 G
Another empty house, another dead and street
A      B            C# D
Gonna rest my bones an sit for a spell
B                 A          G   A
This side of heaven, this close to hell
D                  A
Right next door to hell
E                         F#
Why don’t write a letter to me?
D                  A
I said I’m right next door to hell
E                       F#
And so many eyes are on me
D                   A
Right next door to hell
E                   F#
I go nowhere else to be
D                  A
Right next door to hell
E                        F#  E
Fells like the walls are closing on me
A    B                  C# D
My mama never really said much to me
B                  A        B
She was much too young and scared to be

A       B               C#  D
Hell, "Freud" might say that’s what I need
B               A         G  A
But all I really ever get is greed
B                C# D
And most my friends they fell the same
B                      A          G
Hell, we don’t even have ourselves to blame
A   B               C# D
But times are hard and thrills are cheaper
B
As your arms get shorter
A              G   A
Your pockets get deeper
D                    A
Right next door to hell
E                               F#
Why don’t you write a letter to me?
D                    A
I said I’m right next door to hell
E                       F#
And so many eyes are on me
D                    A
Right next door to hell
E                              F#
I never thought this is where I’d be
D                 A
But I’m right next door to hell
E                            F#
Thinkin’ time’ll stand still for me
F#  G G# A  (E D# D C#m)2x B (A G#m F#m G#m A) B E
Fuck you!                                       F F# F F#
G               A
Not bad kids just stupid ones
E
Yeah, thought we’d own the world
And gettin’ used was havin’ fun
G               A
I said we’re not sad kids just ones, yeah
E
Flowin’ through life not collectin’ anyone
G
So much out there
A
Still so much to see
E
Time’s too much to handle
Time’s too much for me
G
It drives me up the walls
A
Drives me out of my mind
E
Can you tell me what this means, huh?