Florence And The Machine - King Chords

[intro]
E

[verse 1]
     E
We argue in the kitchen about
G#m
whether to have children
           C#m
About the world ending and
the scale of my ambition
     A                            G#m
And how much is art really worth
The very thing you're
 F#m
best at is the thing that hurts the most
         E
But you need your rotten heart
              G#m
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
     C#m
You need to go to war to find material to sing
          A             G#m         F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

[chorus]
            A
I need my golden crown of sorrow,
     B
my bloody sword to swing
    C#m
My empty halls to echo with
        G#m
grand self-mythology
          A              B          F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
          A              B           E
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

[verse 2]
        E
But a woman is a changeling,
  G#m
always shifting shape
               C#m
Just when you think you have it figured out,
something new begins to take
       A
What strangе claws are these,
   G#m
scratching at my skin
   F#m
I nеver knew my killer
would be coming from within
          E             G#m         C#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
          E             G#m          B
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

[chorus]
            A
I need my golden crown of sorrow,
     B
my bloody sword to swing, i need my
C#m
Empty halls to echo with
        G#m
grand self-mythology
          A              B          F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
           A             B          F#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
            A            B          C#m
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
           A             B           E
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

[bridge]
E  G#m C#m
Ooh
      A    E F#m
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
E     G#m  C#m
Ooh, ooh
      A    E F#m  B
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh

[instrumental]
E  G#m  C#m  A  E  F#m
E  G#m  C#m  A  E  F#m  B

[outro]
            E                      G#m
And I was never as good as I always
thought I was
       C#m
But I knew how to dress it up
              A            G#m
I was never satisfied, it never let me go
       F#m
Just dragged me by my hair and
 B                 E
back on with the show

[outro]
G#m  C#m  A  G#m  F#m  E