This song is too catchy. Anyway, I'm fairly confident in this tab...It's close enough, The breakdown's a little iffy, but it's awfully distorted. You can substitute a open 'A' chord for the power chord in the chorus, if you're so inclined. I believe that is how they play it live. ================================================================== Intro: e|---------------------------------------| B|---------------------------------------| G|--------------4h6-4--------------------| D|-6-6-6--------------6~--666------------| A|-4-4-4---------------------------------| E|------0--0-0-0-------------------------| Verse: e|---------------------------------------| B|---------------------------------------| G|--------------4h6-4--------------------| . = Palm Mute D|-6-6-6--------------6---666------------| A|-4-4-4---------------------------------| E|------0--0-0-0-------------------------| . . .. . . .. . . . ... Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christian Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us again Chorus: e|---------------------------------------------------------------------| B|---------------------------------------------------------------------| G|---------66666666----------11111111----------------------------------| D|66666666-66666666-77777777-22222222-44444444444444444444444444444444-| A|66666666-44444444-77777777-22222222-44444444444444444444444444444444-| E|44444444----------55555555-00000000-22222222222222222222222222222222-| We are the theatre They are the people Dressed up to be seated Looking upwards and dreaming We're the projectors We're hosting the screening We're dust in the spotlights We're just kinda floating Verse: Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church Chorus: They queue up for tickets To see the performance They push to get closer Looking upwards with wonder We are the actors The cameras are rolling I'll be Ben Gazarra You'll be Gena Rowlands Breakdown: e|--------------------------------| B|--------------------------------| G|--------------------------------| D|--------------------------------| A|--------------------------------| E|00000000000000000000000000000000 e|-----------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------| x4 D|-----------------------------------| A|------------------------22222222---| E|000000004444444422222222-----------| Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes fake fights turn out bad Sometimes actresses get slapped Some nights making it look real Might end up with someone hurt Some nights it's just entertainment And some other nights it's work Chorus: They come in for the beating Sit in stadium seating They're holding their hands out For the body and blood now We're the directors Our hands all hold steady I'll be John Cassavetes Let me know when you're ready Whoooo-a! Whoa oo whoa oo! Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Whoa! Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Whoa!
