Overview

Foo Fighters

In Your Honor

Alternative

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Oh you know I did it
It’s over and I feel fine
Nothing you could say is gonna change my mind
Waiting and I wait at the longest night
Nothing like the taste to sweet decline

I was down, I fell, I fell so fast
Dropping like the grains in an hourglass
Never say forever cause nothing last
Dancing with the thorns of my buried past

Nevermind there’s nothing I can do
Bet your life there’s something killing you

It’s a shame we have to die my dear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time

What a way to go, they have no fear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time

Finished, I’m getting you off my chest
Made you come clean in a dirty dress
A promise is a promise you kept in check
Heart across a heart that beats it’s best

Take a good hard look for the very last time
The very last one in a very long line
Only took a second to say goodbye
Then the pleasure ’bout the pleasure’s
been mine, all mine

Nevermind there’s nothing I can do
Bet your life there’s something killing you

It’s a shame we have to die my dear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time

What a way to go, they have no fear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time

Ain’t no way, DOA
Ain’t no way, DOA

Take a good hard look for the very last time
The very last one in a very long line
Only took a second to say goodbye
Then the pleasure ’bout the pleasure’s
been mine, all mine

Nevermind there’s nothing I can do
Bet your life there’s something killing you

It’s a shame we have to die my dear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time

What a way to go, they have no fear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time

It’s a shame we have to disappear
No ones getting out of here, alive
This time
This time
This time

Bass

Overview

Foo Fighters

One By One

Alternative

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I am a one way motorway
I’m the one that drives away
then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I’m a wild light blinding bright
burning off alone

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

I am a new day rising
I’m a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run away
and leave it all behind?

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

Bass

Overview

Foo Fighters

Foo Fighters

Alternative

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

visiting is pretty
visiting is good
seems that all they ever wanted was a brother
this can be a secret
we can keep it good
even all the ever wanting had a problem

this is a call to all my
past resignations
it’s been too long

fingernails are pretty
fingernails are good
seems that all they ever wanted was a marking

them balloons are pretty
big and say they should
ever fall to ground
call the magic marker

this is a call to all my
past resignations
this is a call to all
this is a call to all my
past resignations
it’s been too long

minicyn is pretty
minicyn is good
seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter

ritalin is easy
ritalin is good
even all the ones
who watered down the daughter

Bass

Overview

Foo Fighters

The Colour and the Shape

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DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

These notes are marked “return to sender”
I’ll save this letter for myself
I wish you only knew

CHORUS
How good it is to see you
See you, see you
Ooooo

These steps I take don’t get me anywhere
I’m getting further from myself
One thing is always true

CHORUS

I’m done resenting you
You represented me so well
And this I promise you
How could I end up in the hands of someone else

These notes are marked “return to sender”
I’ll save this letter for myself
I wish you only knew

CHORUS

Bass