Biografía:
Puerto Muerto era para ser um bar. Você sabe, o tipo de lugar onde as menores formas de humanidade que poderiam se encontrar, beber e, ocasionalmente, se envolver em folia. Tim e Christa decidiu que era muito mais fácil começar uma banda do que abrir uma taverna.
Então, em vez de servir os clientes de bebidas e cerveja, eles decidiram intoxicar as mesmas pessoas com as canções que haviam imaginado eles cantar lá. Tim Kelley (vocal/guitarra) traz uma boa dose de The Clash
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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The Hangman's song / Puerto Muerto
Am E Am
Armageddon time is coming soon.
Am E Am
The fires will turn us all into dust.
G G
And we will be judged one last time.
Am E Am
You, your son, and me.
The days will turn black you soon will see
Soon we'll all be swinging from that tree
Pray your neck breaks when the rope is tossed
Pray your mother isn't there to see
Dm Am E Am
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
Dm Am E Am
The state has put a date on me.
We will all be standing in a row
Fires of death chewing at our shoes
And we'll all be wearing navy blue
All out earthly goods we'll also lose
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
The state has put a date on me.
Armageddon time is coming soon.
The fires will turn us all into dust.
And we will be judged one last time.
You, your son, and me.
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
The state has put a date on me.
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
The state has put a date on me.
The Hangman's song / Puerto Muerto
Am E Am
Armageddon time is coming soon.
Am E Am
The fires will turn us all into dust.
G G
And we will be judged one last time.
Am E Am
You, your son, and me.
The days will turn black you soon will see
Soon we'll all be swinging from that tree
Pray your neck breaks when the rope is tossed
Pray your mother isn't there to see
Dm Am E Am
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
Dm Am E Am
The state has put a date on me.
We will all be standing in a row
Fires of death chewing at our shoes
And we'll all be wearing navy blue
All out earthly goods we'll also lose
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
The state has put a date on me.
Armageddon time is coming soon.
The fires will turn us all into dust.
And we will be judged one last time.
You, your son, and me.
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
The state has put a date on me.
oooooh oooohhh woa is me...
The state has put a date on me.
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