Bullets Chords

This isn't perfect, and you should probably listen to the song to figure out how long to 
the chords and the rhythms and that sort of thing, but you should be able to hack your 
through with this.

F#m

A
Green hills and enemies
These things they make us senti-
F#m
mental inside

A
Your words are gelignite
Or just another senti-
F#m
mental aside

D
We're catching bullets in our
F#m
teeth And though it's easy if you
C#m
know how it's done

D
They split the secret up six
F#m
ways before they gave it to us
G#m
Just before dawn And
G
now we don't remember

F#m

A
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the
F#m
table at night

A
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little
F#m
extra insights

D
We're catching bullets in our
F#m
teeth And though they try hard not to
C#m
say how it's done
They always do
D
They spill the secret out six
F#m
ways And beg for our forgiveness
G#m
Just before dawn And
G
now we don't remember

F#m

D
We're catching bullets in our
A
teeth It's hard to do but they're so
F#m
sweet And it they take a couple
C#m
out We try to work things out
D
We're catching bullets with our
A
Heads and hearts and all the darkest
F#m
parts of us It's strange to find such
C#m
Light in such endless night

D

F#m
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste the
A
air in your lungs
C#m

F#m
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes and
A
All is undone
C#m

D
You whisper prayers into the
F#m
dark Up to a god in whom you've
C#m
never believed
You always do
D
You split the secret up six
F#m
ways But it won't make it any
G#m
easier to see And
F (or no chord, the F is only very weakly implied by the whistle

here)
now we don't remember
D
We're catching bullets in our
A
teeth It's hard to do but they're so
F#m
sweet And it they take a couple
C#m
out We try to work things out
D
We're catching bullets with our
A
Heads and hearts and all the darkest
F#m
parts of us It's strange to find such
C#m
Light in such endless night
D
We're catching bullets in our
A
backs We sent the undertaker
F#m
back into the garden in the
C#m
drought To try to work things out
D
We're catching bullets with the best
A
resources that we've got We're
F#m
happy then again we're not We
C#m
shout through the endless
D
doubt

(F#m? it's kind of hard to tell if they really hit the chord though)

D
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
F#m
Etc.
D

F#m

D

F#m
C#m

D

F#m

And that's pretty much it.