Capo 2


D             D
We fucked our ears
              Em7
We fucked our throats
G
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
      D                   Em7       G
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
     D      Em7
The redder, the better
G
Lose your voice and make it hurt
   D            Em7                         G
Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things
                       G   Em7     G(strum once)
'Cause it's time to sing! Woah!


Woah...
Woah...
D
Woah...
Em7
Woah...
          G
Here we go!

  D                     Em7
I pray and bleed with a frozen smile
G
Echoes of heartache are not with me
D                Em7
Emotions shed in different times
G
Crashed at this opportunity

D                      Em7
I feel sorry for these walls
G
'Cause if they could talk they surely would
D             Em7
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
G
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.


(You can throw in some muting and dead notes if you'd like here)

D          Em7     G
What stops us from doing that which we love?
D       Em7           G
Social convention can take off
D      Em7          G
Fired hearts, and a little faith...
G       Em7     G
We are, We are, We are the fired hearts!


Same three chords until then end. Here are the lyrics

I can feel hopeless and bitter
As can anyone that I know
Not yet, here it's a waste of time
I've got something inside, can't let it go

I scream until it hurts
I know somewhere somone's screaming it worse
And I smile knowing here is where it collides
Here we dont have to hide

What stops us from doing that which we love?
Social convention can take off
Fired hearts, and a little faith...
We are the fired hearts!

Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...

We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere

The redder, the better!
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things

We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere

The redder, the better
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things
'Cause it's time to sing...