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Babyshambles : Shotter's Nation
2007

  1. Carry On Up The Morning
  2. Delivery
  3. You Talk
  4. Unbilotitled
  5. Side Of The Road
  6. Crumb Begging Baghead
  7. Unstookietitled
  8. French Dog Blues
  9. There She Goes
  10. Baddies Boogie
  11. Deft Left Hand
  12. The Lost Art Of Murder

Carry On Up The Morning

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(
E
) In the morning where's all the pain
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(
Bm
) The same place the fame straight to your head
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G
E
F#
(
Bm
) Ah, it's not easy getting it out my head
Bm
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(
C
) It wasn't easy getting out my bed
C
D
(
E
) So much shame on the workman who blames his tools
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F#
(
Bm
) Then so the saying goes so it's said
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G
E
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(
Bm
) The way you tease me tease me outta my head
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(
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) Ah, it's not easy forgetting what you said
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(
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) I know you used to be into me
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(
Bm
) Now you've got it in for me
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x2
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(
E
) In the morning where does all the pain
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(
Bm
) The same place the fame straight to your head
Bm
G
E
F#
(
Bm
) It wasn't easy getting you out my head
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G
E
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(
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) Ah, it's too easy getting out my head
C
D
(
E
) Given up trying to explain
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(
Bm
) I'll just put it in a song instead
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E
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(
Bm
) Ah, it's not easy getting outta bed
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It's too easy getting outta my head, my head, my head
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x2
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I know where to find, where to find you my love At the same old place by the river the only way in
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Is through the window Is through the window
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Bm

Delivery

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By oh by the way of an explanation
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Cast adrift of the shores of Shotter's Nation
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I had a look in, caved my skull in like a prick Oh now what use am I to anyone I'm fucked, forlorn, frozen beneath the summer Don't sing along or you'll get what I got
Gm
Cm
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So, here comes a delivery
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Straight from the heart of my misery
Gm
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So comes a delivery
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Straight from the heart to you Yeah You, now you, now you, you finally left School Oh what on earth do you intend to Do See if you can take the man go down town where All you skins and mods you get together Make pretend it's 1 9 6 9 forever Find a girl have a drink have a dance and Play this song might deliver me Straight from the harshness of misery It's the songs of delivery
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A#
D
(
Gm
) Straight from my heart to you Yes, here comes a delivery Straight from the heart of my misery And the song that delivers me
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(
G
) Straight from my heart to you
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Gm
Cm
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Oh... So comes a delivery Straight from the heart of the misery Here comes a delivery
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Straight from the heart to you

You Talk

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F#m
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F#m
Bm
E
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You talk, you talk a good game
Bm
Wish I could talk the same
E
C#
D
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at You talk, yes you talk a good game Won't you teach me the same Oh I'd love to explain, like showing your hand and all about oh well
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I know, I know, I know, I know and
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So and so, so what I suppose what to
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D
Oh well I never ever said it was clever
Em
I just like gettin' leathered
F
D
Looking for the light behind your eyes You talk, you talk a good game Wish I could talk the same Writing songs is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at Utah, remember Utah in the rain? And those little red shoes And some kid with the blues who gets right on your tits, you just grin and bear it Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know it's wrong and So, and so, and so, I suppose what to Oh well I never ever said it was clever I just like gettin' leathered Looking for the light behind your eyes Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L-O-R-D forever And the love, the love behind your eyes
A
A
G#
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F#m
F#m
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G#
You talk, you talk a good game You talk, you talk a good game You talk, you talk a good game You talk, you talk a good game Well I never ever said it was clever I just like getting leathered Looking for the light the light behind your eyes Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L-O-R-D forever And the love behind your eyes

Unbilotitled

D/a x00235
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Am
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Dsus2
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He is stronger than the walls
Am
You tried to build around him
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To dumb and dumbfound him
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Dsus2
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Am
Screaming from the window
G
Screaming bloody murder
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D*
The more that you follow me, the more I get lost
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D*
You think that you know me, pissing me off
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Yeah... you say that you love me, why don't you fuck off?
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Dsus2
Anyone 'll think that you own me, ripping me off
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Dsus2
I messed my head, I messed my head Oh happy will I be
Am
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To shine fire upon everyone and no one
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Dsus2
I messed my head, I messed my head Oh happy will I be
Am
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To shine fire upon everyone and no one
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D*
Wolfman and Bilo on the run
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Wolfman said to Bilo, "I'm calling it off"
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Bilo said to Blue Eyes, "Put you trousers back on"
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Dsus2
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He is stronger than the walls
Am
You tried to build around him
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To dumb and dumbfound him
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Dsus2
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Am
Screaming from the window
G
Screaming bloody murder

Side Of The Road

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I'm half dead, I'm a third alive
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A quarter ticking over on the middle
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By the side of the road
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C#
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Don't get surrounded by people you hate
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C
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Choke you out the house down the path
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And out the garden gate
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Well I'll never never not once when we're together
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One gun punks on vogue at the side
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With the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan
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With the Monkey man high with a little girl at his side
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What is it that you're doing to me
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I don't know I know I know's like electricity
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Well I'll never never not chop those two together
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With wheeling dope just do it on the side
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With the bands and the fans and the gangs and the clan
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With the monkey man high with a little girl at his side
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Well I'll never never
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Not once when we're together
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Waiting on the dole
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As he's queuing up inside
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In...
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Side
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Grave... yard
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Half dead and a third alive
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A quarter ticking over on the middle
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A
By the side of the road

Crumb Begging Baghead

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x4
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Don't take me for a sunbeam
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Don't take me for a sunbeam, sunbeam, sunbeam
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Just another faction of
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Like another fraction of
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Another tax out of your life Don't... take me for no sunbeam Don't... take me for no sunbeam, sunbeam, sunbeam
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I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah
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A crumb begging baghead baby yeah
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Bet you say that to all of the girls
C#
All of the long lost wars
D
Any cause is worth dying for
C#
What passing bells for those who die like cattle
B
Again again again again, now Don't... take me for no sunbeam Don't... take me for no sunbeam, sunbeam, sunbeam I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah, yeah A Crumb begging baghead baby yeah Bet you say that to all of the girls
C#
If you ever smile
D
In the street, crocodiles
C#
B
I doubt you'd ever smile again
E
Now, don't... |
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Unstookietitled

D
Bm
A
D
You smoke your cigarette down to the bone
Bm
D
And since you vowed to back it
A
D
And you're too proud to sack it
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A
D
You have to carry on on your own Think you had it under control Best foot forward Don't look back no more Could break your heart and torment your soul
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They sold my name after they stole my shame
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E
Sold my name, ah yeah
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Tumbled my game, tumbled their game
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A
E
Tablet-sized brains, yeah You smoke your cigarette down to the bone Best not to mention You're craving attention Love from fame like blood from a stone Too busy to notice that you'd throne Turn to dust There's no one left to trust Last chance and your mind will go Suppose my name, suppose it came And they sold my shame, yeah Suppose it came and I tumbled their game Tablet-sized brains, yeah
Bm
G
Em
A
But is it really such a sin though? (Don't think do)
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G
Em
A
x3
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C
Bm
One and the same, one and the same One and the same, one and the same
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A
D
x2

French Dog Blues

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F
x5
D
Bm
I model lacklustre, panicky
F#m
In vain search for the remedy
G
F#m
Bb
A
(
D
) No words only melody come so I take the day off My love, my love, she sits with me I love, I love her company Raindrops on roses and dust-filled trinkets
D
G
D
So, this washes over you
G
French dog blues
F#m
G
F#m
Bb
A
D
Chien bleu chien franzosischershund
F
D
And the French dog blues And the French dog blues And the French dog blues
F
Never surrender to flattery Frown on, come down on duplicity And above all things my son, take the money and run I still model lacklustre, panicky In vain search for the remedy No words only melody came, take another day off
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G
D
Oh, this washes over you
G
French dog blues
F#m
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F#m
Bb
A
D
Chien bleu chien franzosischershund
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G
A
D
E
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A
Yeah, I see you
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E
I only ever wanted the one with the flag
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A
All you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag
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E
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And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dreams on the highway
A
The highway, highway, oh
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D
Bm
F#m
G
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Bb
A
D
Chien bleu franzosischershund
F
D
And the French dog blues And the French dog blues And the French dog blues And the French dog

There She Goes

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x3
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Am
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Am
I do declare, I was surprised to see you stay
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G
C
B7
Only to be betrayed by the one you gave all your love and trust to
Em
Am
Tell me how could I let go
Em
Am
D
Since I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
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C
You were dancing to northern soul
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C
C7
B7
Just one glance, and well you know...
Em
Am
There she goes, a little heartache
Em
B
There she goes, a little pain
Em
Am
Make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
Em
B
Em
B
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame, my love now
Fm
A#m
Oh, there she goes, a little heartache
Fm
C
There she goes, a little pain
Fm
A#m
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
Fm
C
Fm
C
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again, my love now
C7
B7
Em
Am
x3
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Am
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Am
I was to implore, you forget all you saw
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G
When you came through my door and from your bag
C
C7
B7
Pulled out more skag than I'd ever seen
Em
Am
No! how could I let go?
Em
Am
D
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsoles
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C
Twisting and turning to northern soul
B7
C
C7
B7
Just once glance, ah well you know, everybody knows There she goes, a little heartache There she goes, a little pain Make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame, my love now Oh, there she goes, a little heartache There she goes, a little pain Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again, my love now
F#m
Gm
G#m
Am
There she goes a little, there she, there she, there she goes

Baddies Boogie

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x4
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Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
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He understands about stabbin' backs and shaking hands
C
Am
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
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F
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand
C
Am
Oh you've been here before
C
Am
You fell in love and carried her over the threshold
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E
Am
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking now
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Dm
But that's twenty years ago... twenty years ago
Am
D
It's a lousy life for the washed up wife
Dm
Am
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Repeat 3 times, then
D
Dm
Lousy life, a lousy life
Dm
Em
Kids was singing will I ever be free
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G
Does this town hold no more for me
Dm
Em
Club Tropicana the drinks are free
F
Stick one in his face for me
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Am
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Am
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Baddies bound baddie boogie to decency and secrecy
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Baddies bound baddie boogie
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Am
Oh you've been here before
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Am
You fell in love and carried her over the threshold
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E
Am
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking now
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Dm
But that's twenty years ago... twenty years ago
Am
D
It's a lousy life for the washed up wife
Dm
Am
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Repeat 3 times, then
D
Dm
Lousy life, a lousy life
Dm
Em
Kids was singing will I ever be free
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G
Does this town hold no more for me
Dm
Em
Club Tropicana the drinks are free
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C
Stick one in his face for me
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Am
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Baddies bound
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Baddies bound baddie boogie to decency and secrecy

Deft Left Hand

You seem the type to follow the line Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side Weaker vessel or better half? That Woman's tears could be the death of me... oh dear You know when she's had a few she'll be onto you there's no letting up But, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side It may hap that these these are they - the golden years So don't despair don't dismay dry your tears Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio They were more liberal times Destined to drone in monotone on your radio It's a little dream of mine Oh but comments were less than complimentary And the deft left hand it followed the right I think about my happiest times and one of them Was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers A bearcat, a memosa and a view of Arcady Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I'll surely lay down and die I can't lay by your side Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I'll surely lay down and die by your side Oh, I want to lay by your side

The Lost Art Of Murder

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Could roll a four, could roll a nine
Am
Bb
Find yourself washed up in paradise
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C
Just like before she never used to mind
Am
Bb
C
F
I lost my phone in paradise
Dm
Am
What a nice day for a murder
Gm
You call yourself a killer
Gm
G#
Dm
But the only thing you're killing is your time
Am
There's nothing absurder
Gm
Burden's just a burden
G#
F
To your heart your soul the body, spirit and mind
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A
Bb
Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back
Bbm
F
You said too much, you been too unkind
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A
Bb
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
Bbm
You could change your life
F
Do you think you'll change your mind Could roll a four Could roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise No light before No light behind Someone else washed up in paradise What a nice day for a murder You call yourself a killer The only thing your killing is time It's nothing absurder Burden's just a burden To your heart your soul the body, spirit and mind Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back You said to much, you been too unkind Get up off your back, stop smoking that You could change your life Do you think you'll change your mind?