Hey there. I tabbed this based off of a youtube video called "Propagandhi - Potemkin City Limits(acoustic" by 184 films. This was on another city called "chordify" but i found it to be annoying to have to scroll through the tab. This tuning and chord lay out is based on standard tuning. I play this on my guitar that is tuned down a whole step and second capo. I prefer,however, to play it tuned down, capo on 1st fret and played in C, not B. The strumming and singing can be hard to harmonize at first, as i found. but its not too difficult. please watch the above-mentioned video, as it helps a lot. Cheers. Any issues, concerns or changes needed let me know - JH.avyion@gmail.com Tuning - Standard (EADGBE) or - D tuning (1 step down) and transpose the chords to +1 B Bb E Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks, B Bb E overproduction, reduced demand. B Bb E Never gave much thought to disputed contracts. E B F# In his short life he'd only ever known E B F# panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium F# F# in this hell that was his home and B Bb E B Bb E 4th quarter ruining expectations expedited their demise. B Bb E The panic grew as the humans stalked among them, B F# when the screaming began. E B F# Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand of the humanity F# Ab B F# brush over him but then his killers back turned for a moment. Ab B F# A blinding ray of light spread across the floor. Ab B F# In a crimson pool he saw his own reflection F# Hold as he bolted for the door. Ab Bb B Lead in E Ab Bb B Not just some fractured fairy tail, E Ab Bb B although I wish that that were true. E Ab Bb B This is a fable far too real E Ab Hold & pick strings sensually x4 that we somehow still cling to. Picking changes here. See the original song and you'll get the idea. Ab (Palm) B F# The storylines that bridge the chasms between cognition and belief. Ab (palm) B F# Any other plausible denial that might offer some relief. Ab (palm) B F# From the dissonance that francis left screaming in his wake. Ab (palm) B F# Deep into the heart of the cities parklands he made good his escape. E B F#(palm) || E B F# And where for five months he ran free and replayed his only fond memory. F# Ab B F# Just a warm and distant dream of his mothers loving eyes upon him. Ab B F# Ab B Francis made it farther than she did. A quarter mile just short F# of the city limits they finally captured him. Ab B F# || Ab And there's a statue right behind where it's written to remind B F# Ab B F# us of all their contributions. To me it marks "potemkin city limits" F# E Ab Bb B Lead in as francis cast in bronze to the realm of god. E Ab Bb B Not just some fractured fairy tail, E Ab Bb B although I wish that that were true. E Ab Bb B This is a fable far too real E Ab that we somehow still cling to.