Use Your Illusion 2 (album) Chords

Guns N' Roses - Civil War
Tuning:Eb
Tom: Em
 
Intro: (Em G Em G D/F#)2x
 
"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it anymore than you, men."
Em
Look at your young men fighting
G
Look at your women crying
Em
Look at your young men dying
G                      D/F#    Em G Em G D/F#
The way they've always done before
Em
Look at the hate we're breeding
G
Look at the fear we're feeding
Em
Look at the lives we're leading
G                    D/F#   A B/A C/A D/A
The way we've always done before
Em
My hands are tied
G
The billions shift from side to side
D/F#      Em
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
G                   D/F#
For the love of God and our human rights
Em
And all these things are swept aside
G
By bloody hands time can't deny
D/F#      Em
And are washed away by your genocide
G                   D/F#               A B/A C/A D/A (Em G Em G D/F#)2x
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
G
D'you wear a black amrband
Bm
When they shot the man
Em
Who said "Peace could last forever"
G
And in my first memories
Bm7
They shot Kennedy
Em                     C           D
And I went numb when I learned to see
G                 Bm
So I never fell for Vietnam
Em
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
G
That you can't trust freedom
Bm7
When it's not in your hands
Em
When everybody's fighting
C       D
For their promised land
G         Bm                Em
And I don't need your civil war
G                Bm7                   Em C D
It feeds the rich while buries the poor
G          Bm
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
Em
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
G               Bm          Em C D (G Bm7 Em G Bm7 Em C D)2x
I don't need your civil war
Em
Look at the shoes you're filling
G
Look at the blood we're spilling
Em
Look at the world we're killing
G                  D/F#
The way we've always done before
Em
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
G
Look at the leaders we've followed
Em
Look at the lies we've swallowed
G                D/F#      A B/A C/A D/A
And I don't want to hear no more
Em
My hands are tied
G
For all I've seen has changed my mind
D/F#       Em
But still the wars go on as the years go by
G               D/F#
Wuth no love of God or human rights
Em
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
G                         D/F#
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Em
Who carry the cross of homicide
G                   D/F#               A B/A C/A D/A (Em G Em G D/F#)2x
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
(A  B/A  C/A  D/A  F/A  C/A)
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances.
Peace is closer."
G            Bm             Em
I don't need your civil war
G                    Bm7               Em C D
It feeds the rich while buries the poor
G          Bm
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
Em
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
G           Bm             Em C D
And I don't need your civil war
G          Bm              Em
I don't need your civil war
G          Bm              Em C D
I don't need your civil war
G           Bm
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
Em
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
G         Bm             Em C D
I don't need your civil war
G         Bm           Em G Bm7 Em C D G Bm Em
I don't need one more war
G         Bm           Em C D G
And I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway?
 








Guns N' Roses - 14 Years
Tuning:Eb
 
Am          G
I try and feel the sunshine
F               E
You bring the rain
Am            G
You try and hold me down
F               E
With your complains
Am             G
You cry and moan and complain
F                E
You whine an tear
Am              G
Up to my neck in sorrow
F                E
The touch you bring
 
Am                C           D
You don't just step inside to 14 years
Am              C             D
So hard to keep my own head... That's what I say
Am                  C
You know... I've been the beggar...
D
I've played the thief
Am            C   D
I was the dog... They all tried to beat
 
Am           G
But it's been 14 years of silence
D
It's been 14 years of pain
Am                 G
It's been 14 years that are gone forever
D              (Am G F E)2x
And I'll never have again
 
Am             G
Your stupid girlfriends tell you
F                 E
That I'm to blame
Am                     G
Well, they're all used-up has-beens
F               E
Out of the game
Am               G
This time I'll have the last word
F                   E
You hear what I say
Am            G
I tried to see it your way
F                   E
It won't work today
Am               C            D
You just don't step inside to 14 years
Am              C             D
So hard to keep my own head... That's what I say
Am                 C
You know... I've been the dealer...
D
Hangin' on your street
Am            C  D
I was the dog... They all tried to beat
 
Am           G
But it's been 14 years of silence
D
It's been 14 years of pain
Am                 G
It's been 14 years that are gone forever
D                (Am G D)4x
And I'll never have again
 
(Solo)
 
Am                G
Bullshit and contemplation
F                   E
Gossip's their trade
Am             G
If they knew half the real truth
F                   E
What would they say
Am                     G
Well, I'm past the point of concern
F                 E
It's time to play
Am             G
These last 4 years of madness
F                   E
Sure put me straight
 
Am              C
Don't get back 14 years
D
In just one day
Am              C
So hard to keep my own head
D
Just go away
Am                  C
You know... Just like a hooker she said
D
Nothin's for free
Am              C
Oh, I tried to see it your way
Am           C
I tried to see it your way
 






Guns N´Roses – yesterdays
Tuning:Eb
 
2x Rhythm Figure
D      C      G5
 
D                   C                    G5
Yesterday there was so many things I was never told.
D                              C          G5
Now that I'm startin' to learn I feel I'm growin' old.
D                      Cadd2                G5
'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me.  Old pictures that I'll always see.
D                            G5
Time just fades the pages in my book of memories.
 
D                   C                    G5
Prayers in my pocket and no hand in destiny.
D                              C          G5
I'll keep movin' along with no time to plant my feet.
D                      Cadd2
'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me.
G5
Old pictures that I'll always see.
D                            G5
Some things could be better if we'd just let them be
 
Chorus
A               B   C5                              G5
Ooh,____________yesterday's________ got nothin' for me.__________
A               B   C5                              G5
Yesterday's________ooh,__ __________got nothin' for me.__________
 
Chords for solo are
Bm   G   Bm   G
Bm   C#m D    E
 
D                   C                    G5
Yesterday there were so many things I was never shown.
D                              C          G5
Suddenly this time I found I'm on the streets and I'm alone.
D               Cadd2
Yesterday's got nothin' for me.
G5
Old pictures that I'll always see.
D                            G5
I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties.
 
(chorus)
 








Knockin' On Heaven's Door
Tuning:Eb
Tom: G
 
Intro:(G D C)4x
 
G         D               Am
Mama take this badge from me
G         D          C
I can't use it anymore
G             D               Am
It's getting dark too dark to see
G              D                       C
Feels like I'm knockin' on heavens's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C   (G D C)4x
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G         D                Am
Mama put my guns in the ground
G             D           C
I can't shoot them anymore
G                 D               Am
That cold back cloud is comin' down
G              D                      C
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C   (G D C)8x
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
G                D                   C   G
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
 







Get In The Ring
Tom: Bb
Tuning:Eb
 
Intro:(Bb F Eb)6x Bb
 
Bb            F
Why do you look at me
Eb
When you hate me
Bb              F
Why should I look at you
Eb
When you make me hate you too
Bb           F            Eb
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
Bb             F
I don't even understand
Eb
Why the fuck you even care
C                               F
And I don't need your jealously, yeah
C                            F   Bb Eb Bb
Why drag me down in your misery
Bb              F                      Eb
And when you stare you don't think I feel it
Bb              F                       Eb
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
Bb                F                     Eb
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
Bb                    F                  Eb
'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game,oh no
C                                        F
And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy, yeah
C                                 F
I'll be writin' down your obituary
Bb
History!
C
You got you bitches with the silicone injections
Eb
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bb
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip protections
C
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Eb
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Bb
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
C
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice
D     D4 D C A G F C
Pain!!!
Bb                      F
And that goes for all you punks in the press
Eb
That want to start shit by printin' lies
Bb
Instead of hte things we said
That means you
F
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
Eb
Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bb             F
Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin
What you piseed off
Eb
Cuz your dad gets more pussy than you?
Bb
Fuck you
F
Suck my fuckin' dick
Eb
You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned
C
Money to read about the bands
They want to know about
F
Printin' lies startin' controversy
C
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me, motherfucker
F
Get in the ring, motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitch little ass
Bb   C D
Punk!
D
I don't like you, I just hate you
G    F# E        A   D C
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah, oh yeah!
C                              F
You may not like our integrity, yeah
C                             F          Bb F   Eb Bb
We built a world out of anarchy, oh yeah
F                  Eb                    Bb
"And in this corner weighing in at 850 pounds:
F       Eb Bb F Eb
Guns N'Roses!"
Bb              F                Eb (Bb F Eb)3x
Get in the ring, get in the ring...
Bb
Yeah!
This song is dedicated to all
The Guns N'fuckin' Roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fuckin' shit
And to all those opposed...
Hum... Well...
 






Shotgun Blues
Tuning:Eb
Tom:E
 
E   A/E  D
I got the shotgun blues
C#  F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D          G
I said I don't know what I did
D
But I know I gotta move
E   A/E  D
I got the shotgun blues
C#  F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D             G/D
I can't wait here forever
D
I got too much here to lose
 
E     A/E                 E
And now you're blowin' smoke
C    F/C               C
I think you're one big joke
A          D/A         A
Me... I gotta lot ta learn
B                    E/B              B
And I'm still waitin' for the heads to turn
E      A/E          E
You say I walk a line
C     F/C              E
Fuck they move it every time
A    D/A                 A
You walk a mile in my shoes
B                E/B                      B
And then you tell me 'bout singin' the blues
B
You get what you pay for
A
And freedom's real high priced
B
And while you're rippin' off children
A
Somebody's fuckin' your wife
D
It's never made a difference
E
It's only how you survive
 
E   A/E D
I got the shotgun blues
C#  F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D        G
I said I don't know what I did
D
But I know I gotta move
E  A/E  D
I got the shotgun blues
C#  F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D             G/D
I can't wait here forever
D
I got too much here to lose
 
E     A/E          E
And now you ask me why
C    F/C           C
I said it's do or die
A       D/A                   A
I'll stick it right in your face
B                   E/B
And then I'll put you
B
In your motherfuckin' place
E       A/E                E
And you... You can suck my ass
C            F/C         C
And I think it's so low class
A        D/A             A
Me... I'm just so concerned
B                   E/B             B
I'm still waitin' for your ass to burn
B
Ooooh, you want a confrontation
A
I'll give you every fuckin' chance
B
With your verbal masturbation
A
Me... I just like to dance
D
How's that for provocation
E
I'm just makin' a stance
F#          C#
And I'm tired of the frustation
D                        E
Of living inside of your lies
F#              C#
And I'm wired on indignation
D                    E  F# A D F# E A F# A D F# E B
I said somebody's got to die       E A/E E C# F#/C# C# D G/D D
 
E   A/E  D
I got the shotgun blues
C# F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D           G
I said I don't know what I did
D
But I know I gotta move
E  A/E  D
I got the shotgun blues
C# F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D             G/D
I can't wait here forever
D
I got too much here to lose
E  A/E  E
I got the shotgun blues
C# F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D        G/D
Listen motherfucker
D
You're about to pay your dues
E    A/E  E
I got the shotgun blues
C# F#/C# C#
Shotgun blues
D        G/D
If you're goin' up against me
D        G/D
Then you know you're gonna lose
D  G/D
I know
D  G/D
I know (There's ways - That we - Can find)
D  G/D
I know
D  G/D
I know
D
You think anyone with and I.Q. over fifteen
(D C# B A)4x
Would believe your shit... Fuckhead
E
Nothing but a fuckin' pussy
 






Breakdown
Tom: D
Tuning:Eb
 
Intro: D G A G A D/F# G A D
 
D
We all come in from the cold
C9
We come down from the wire
G/B
And everybody warms themselves
A4
To a different fire
D
When sometimes we get burned
C9
You'd think sometime we'd learned
G/B
The one you love is the one
A4
That should take you higher
G
You ain't got no one
D/F#  A/E
You better go back out
C9 G/B A4 D C9 G/B  A G D/F# A/E D
And find her                        (G D)2x
D
Just like children hidin' in a closet
A
Can't tell what's goin' on outside
G
Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
D
We'll get a taken for a ride
G                    A
By a parlor trick or some words of wit
D/F#               G
A hidden hand up a sleeve
To think that the one you love
Could hurt you know
A
Is a little hard to believe
But everybody darlin' sometimes
A                  D   G D G/D D G/D
Bites the hand that feeds
D
When I look around
A
Everybody always brings me down
G
Well is it them or me well I just can't see
D
But there ain't no peace to be found
G                A
But if someone really cared
D/F#              G
Well, they'd take the time to spare
A moment to try and understand
A
Another one's despair
A
Remember in this game we call life that no one
D     G
Said it's fair
D
Breakdown
G
Let me hear it now
D
Breakdown
Let me hear it now, yeah
G
Breakdown
Let me hear it now, yeah
A
Get down with yo' bad self
D  C9 G/B A4 (D C9 G/B A4 G D/F# A/E)2x
Alright
D
I've come to know the cold
C9
I think of it as home
G/B
When there ain't enough of me to go around
A4
I'd rather be left alone
D                                 A
But if I call you out of habit I'm out of love
And I gotta have it
G/B
Would you give it to me if I fit your needs
A
Like when we both knew we had it
G                 A
But now the damage's done
D/F#
And we're back out on the
 






Guns n´roses – pretty tied up
Tuning:Eb
 
D5
I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose.
D5
She ain't satisfied without some pain (Oooh)
G5                B5         D5
Friday night is go--in' up in--side her again
G5    G5                          F#5