Guns For Hands - Twenty One Pilots, guitar chords

Published: 2016-08-11 19:13
Selection chords: Ethan Cooper

Intro: F# F# C# C# D#m B F# C# x2

Verse:
F#
I know what you think in the morning,
 C#
When the sun shines on the ground,
D#m      B
And shows what you have done,
F#        C#
It shows where your mind has gone.
F#
And you swear to your parents,
C#
That it will never happen again,
D#m    B       F#               C#
I know, I know, what that means, I know.

Pre-Chorus:
B           F#
That you all have guns,
C#
And you never put the safety on.
G#m         F#         C#
And you all have plans, to take it,
C#
To take it, donʼt take it, take it, take it.

Chorus:
F#
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
C#                           D#m
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
            B
But I canʼt, but I canʼt,
         F#       C#
When you all have guns for hands.
F#
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
C#                           D#m
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
            B
But I canʼt, but I canʼt,
         F#       C#
When you all have guns for hands.

Verse:
F#
Letʼs take this a second at a time.
C#
Letʼs take this one song, this one rhyme.
D#m       B             F#        C#
Together, letʼs breathe. Together, to the beat.
F#                              C#
But thereʼs hope out the window, so thatʼs where weʼll go.
D#m        B                  F#
Letʼs Go outside and all join hands
                      C#
But until then youʼll never understand.

Pre-Chorus:
B           F#
That you all have guns,
C#
And you never put the safety on.
G#m         F#         C#
And you all have plans, to take it,
C#
To take it, donʼt take it, take it, take it.

Chorus:
F#
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
C#                           D#m
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
            B
But I canʼt, but I canʼt,
        F#       C#           D#m
When you all have guns for hands.

Rap:
D#m B
Weʼve turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs
F# C#
for ammunition. I must forewarn you of my disorder, my condition.
D#m B
ʼCause when the sun sets, it upsets whatʼs left of my invested
F# C#
interest, interested in putting my fingers to my head.
D#m B
The solution is I see a whole room of these mutant kids,
F# C#
fused at the wrist I simply tell them they should shoot at this.
D#m B
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music is obviously
F# C#
best for them to turn their guns to a fist.

F# F# C# C# D#m B F# C#

Chorus:
F#                              C#                           D#m
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep. Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
            B                     F#       C#
But I canʼt, but I canʼt, when you all have guns for hands.
F#                              C#                           D#m
Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep. Iʼm trying, Iʼm trying to sleep.
            B                     F#       C#
But I canʼt, but I canʼt, when you all have guns for hands.