Placebo - Kings Of Medicine Chords

Main Riff
Main Riff
 
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
X
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
X
X
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X

F5

variations
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
X
X
X
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
1
1
X
X
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X

E5

variations
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
X
6 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
X
X
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
X
X
X
6 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X

A5

variations
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
X
X
X
6 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
X
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
X
X
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
B5 They’re pickin’ up pieces F5of me, While they’re pickin’ up pieces oE5f you. In a bag you will be, before the day is oveB5r. Were you looking for somewhere tF5o be. Or looking for someone toE5 do. Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid yE5ou. And on the back of mE5y hand, WereE5, directions I could undeE5rstand. E5 Now that old buzzard Johnny WaE5lker, E5 Has gone and ruined all ourE5 plans. Our best-made planB5s.

Chorus

Don’t leave me heF5re, to cast through tiA5me, Without a mE5ap, or road sign.B5 Don’t leave me heF5re, my guiding ligA5ht, ‘Cause IE5... I...E5 wouldn’t know where toE5 begin. E5 I asked the Kings of MedE5icine. B5 They’re pickin’ up pieces ofF5 me, While they’re pickin’ up pieces ofE5 you. Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.B5 B5 It’s a case in point bF5aby, That you never thought it thE5rough. Stupid me, that I could depend on stupid you.E5 And on the tip of myE5 tongue, WereE5, words that always came oE5ut all wrong. E5 ‘Cause they were drowned in SoutherE5n Comfort, E5 Left to dry-out in the SE5un, The noon-day Sun.

Chorus x2

DonF5’t leave me here, to cA5ast through time, Without a mE5ap, or road sign.B5 Don’t leave me heF5re, my guiding ligA5ht, ‘Cause IE5... I...E5 wouldn’t know where toE5 begin. E5 I asked the Kings of MedE5icine. E5 But it seems that they’ve lost tE5heir powers. E5 Now all I’m left with is tE5he hour. B5 Don’t leave me F5here, A5 E5
B5               F5          A5        E5
   Don’t leave me here, oh no-oh,
E5                                 D# <------ Just the bass note  :P
I wouldn’t know where to begin.