Titel: Bridge Burner 
Artiest: daan
Album: bridge burner

C   x35553
G   355433
D   x57775
A   577655
G#  466544
A#  688766
B   799877

Always keep repeating these 4 bars:

Bass: (!!! Dropped D & A-tuning)
G||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
D||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
G||-5-------5-------5---5---7---8-|-------------------------------||
D||---------------5---------------|-5-------5-----3-5---5---3---5-||

G||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
D||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
G||-5-------5-------5---5---7---8-|-------------------------------||
D||---------------5---------------|-5-------5-----0-5-0-5---3---5-||

G||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
D||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
G||-3-------3-------3---3-------3-|-----1---1-------1---1-------1-||
D||---------------3---------------|---------------1---------------||

G||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
D||-------------------------------|-------------------------------||
G||-----1---1-------1---1-------1-|-------------------------------||
D||---------------1---------1-----|-5-------5-----0-5-0-5---3---5-||

Guitar/Keyboard:

e||----------------------|------------------------||
B||----------------------|------------------------||
G||----------------------|------------------------||
D||------------------5~~~|------------------------||
A||--3~~~----3~~~3h5-----|-5~~~3~~~---------------||
E||------3~~~------------|---------4--6--8-7--3~~~||

C                G
Cold rod, you're a little god
C
Fine plot
      G
but a little odd
D
scapegoat
     C
with no time
       G#      A#   C  B    C
and no bridges left to burn

sweet rhymes
never stop
sisters
of a melting top
in the year of
running after
the shape of things
that are gone

slices
of a new frontier
calling
for the engineer
drowning
in a pool of beer
with no bridges left to burn

I feel like a streetcar
without parking space
broker
with a poker face
can you still smile
at a lost trial
with no bridges left to burn ?