Beck - Send A Message To Her Chords

Verse riff:
E|-----------------   this is played throughout the verse,
B|-----------------   play this wherever you see Dm (except in the chorus)
G|-----------------
D|-----------------
A|----------10--8--
E|--10--10---------

[Verse 1]
Dm
Get up, son, hit your head like a drum, Weeds are all growin' in vain
Dm
Too much time, I've got too much time, Living in a waste of space
C                    B5
Take yourself, don't break yourself
Dm
It's all gonna be okay
C                     B5
Get used to it, don't lose your head
Dm
It's all gonna be the same


[Chorus]
Dm                            Bb
She knows Send a message to her
Dm                                     Bb
She knows She knows Get a message to her  She knows
G                 D
Na na na na na na Send a message to her
F                 C
Na na na na na na
G                 D                     F               D
Na na na na na na Send a message to her Na na na na na na


[Verse 2]
Dm
Now kill it dead, but don't let it die, There's a price sittin' on your head
Dm
Face it down, don't turn it around, Unless you want to be where you've been
C                    B5
Take yourself, don't break yourself
Dm
It's all gonna be okay
C                     B5
Get used to it, don't lose your head
Dm
It's all gonna be the same


[Chorus]

Dm                            Bb
She knows Send a message to her
Dm                                     Bb
She knows She knows Get a message to her  She knows
G                 D
Na na na na na na Send a message to her
F                 C
Na na na na na na
G                 D                     F               D
Na na na na na na Send a message to her Na na na na na na


[Bridge]
Gm             Bb                     D                Bb
I spell out my name In cigarettes and knives Trying to see her
Gm         Bb                 D                Bb
Give her a message On a dirty window Trying to see her


[Intrumental Chords]
C#  Bb  C#  Bb
A   C   G   D
A   C   G   D
D   Bb  D   Bb


[Outro]
D
I've been stripping the days Off the sidewalk and pavement
Bb
The walls are all white And we're painting them whiter
D
For the zigzag mainline My radio's plastic
Bb
And I've tasted the fodder Of a saccharine ending
D
Day job, pay phone, one in a trillion
Bb
And the typecast heathen With a future all rancid
D
Something to believe Something to believe
Bb
Something to believe Something to believe That nothing hurts your feelings

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