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Heretics Note: Chords come from the Acoustic Version - called "Early Version" that appears on the On EP. It will work with the other lead tab here for the original version if you put a on III for these chords. Intro: C F Am F C Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it F Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it Am Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it F Fm Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it C F And tell us all about it Am F And tell us all about it G# A# C# G# How about some credit now C# Where credit is due G# G#/G For the damage that we've done C# G# We have brought upon ourselves and others A# D# With a slow and vicious gun C# D# And although pratfalls can be fun G Encores can be fatal And then I hear you say C Thank God it's fatal Thank God it's fatal F Am Not shy Not shy of fatal F Not shy of fatal C Thank God it's fatal F Thank God it's fatal Am Not shy of fatal F Not shy of fatal G# A# C# G# Wait just a second now C# It's not all that bad G# G#/G Don't you count out the sun C# G# You're making mountains of handkerchiefs A# D# Where the mascara always runs C# D# So be careful when you're done G You're bound to get post-natal What did I just hear you say? Repeat C F Am F progression to end Thank God it's fatal No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door And we don't want to read the signs that you bore You know the kind of sign you hang on a door Saying, "We'll be back. What a crack." Now don't you think we might have heard that before? Now don't you think we might have heard that before? Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it