Twenty One Pilots – Guns For Hands

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

Verse 1:
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, don't take it, take it, take it.

Chorus:
F#                              
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
C#                           D#m 
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
            B            
But I can't, but I can't,
         F#       C# 
When you all have guns for hands.
F#                              
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
C#                           D#m 
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
            B            
But I can't, but I can't,
         F#       C# 
When you all have guns for hands.

Verse 2:
F#                                 
Let's take this a second at a time.
C# 
Let's take this one song, this one rhyme.
D#m       B             F#        C#
Together, let's breathe. Together, to the beat.
F#                              C#
But there's hope out the window, so that's where we'll go.
D#m        B                  F#   
Let's Go outside and all join hands 
                      C#
But until then you'll 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, don't take it, take it, take it.

Chorus:
F#                              
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
C#                           D#m 
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
            B             
But I can't, but I can't, 
        F#       C#           D#m
When you all have guns for hands.

Rap:
D#m B 
We've 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
'Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what's 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.

Bridge: F# | F# | C# | C# | D#m | B | F# | C#

Chorus:
F#                              C#                           D#m
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep. I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
            B                     F#       C#
But I can't, but I can't, when you all have guns for hands.
F#                              C#                           D#m
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep. I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep.
            B                     F#       C#
But I can't, but I can't, when you all have guns for hands.