Falsettos - You Gotta Die Sometime Acordes

[Intro]
Em Bm Em Bm
 
[Verse]
Em Bm
Okay—
F#m                     B7
When the doctor started using phrases like
Em           Bm
"You'll pass away"
F#m          B7
What could i say?
       F
I said Doctor
       F
In plain English
        Em        Bm
Tell me why was I chosen
    B7
Why me of all men?
F
Doctor, here's the good part
         Em
At least death means
     Bm        F#m         B7
I'll never be scared about dying again
 
Em Bm
 
F#m               B7
Let's get on with living while we can
    Em           Bm
And not play dumb
F#m           B7
Death's gonna come
 
[Chorus]
        Em              C
When it does, screw the nerves
        Am             G
I'll be eating hors d'oeuvres
         C           G           B
It's the roll of the dice and no crime
                        Em   Bm
You gotta die sometime
 
Em Bm
 
[Bridge]
F              F#m
Death is not a friend
Bm                Em
But I hope in the end
D                                                G
He takes me in his arms and lets me hold his face
D
He holds me in his arms and whispers something funny
Am                                       C
He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace
     B
His attack
Then the scene turns to black
 
[Verse]
Em        Bm
Life sucks
F#m           B7
People always hate a loser
           Em        Bm
And they hate lame ducks
F#m          Bm
Screw me and shucks
F
That's it
That's the ball game
         Em
I don't smoke, don't do drugs
         Bm
And then comes the bad news
F
I quit
That's the ball game
          F#m
It's the chink in the armor
     B7
The shit in the karma
         Em Bm
The blues
 
F#m           B7
Can I keep my cool despite the urge
        Em   Bm
To fall apart?
F#m          B7
How should I start?
 
[Chorus]
        Em       C
I would cry if I could
       Am           G
But it does no damn good
   C             G         B
To explain I'm a man in my prime
                      Em  Bm
You gotta die sometime
 
Em Bm
 
[Bridge]
F               F#m
Death's a funny pal
       Bm            Em
With a weird sort of talent
   D                                                    G
He puts his arms around my neck and walks me to the bed
D
He pins me up against the wall and kisses me like crazy
Am
The many stupid things I thought about with dread
     B
Now delight
Then the scene turns to white
 
[Verse]
F#m         B7                     Em       Bm
Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave
F#m       B7
That's my reprieve
 
[Chorus]
Em
To go out
        C
Without care
        Am          G
My head high in the air
         C           G             B
It's the last little mountain I'll climb
I'll climb
              Em
You gotta die sometime
              Em
You gotta die sometime
You gotta die sometime
               Bm
You gotta die sometime, sometime
Sometime, sometime
Em
Sometime, sometime
 
Sometime, sometime
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