Tonalità: D major
Verse 1
Dm
B
Chaw, chaw, hmm
Dm
Verse 2
B
Weaning it on my angle,
you fucking satanist
Its not a Pentangle, Arthur
Dm
B
No druids, out of date barrel fluids
I go large for a pound and regret it
Greasy, a sharp contrast from my
Dm
newly adopted organic nice mate
Bm
B
Easy variety is the lie of life,
no lonely hearts club
Dm
Just a lonely collection of moose-
B
face bastards
Verse 3
B
Miliband got hit with the ugly stick,
not that it matters
The chirping cunt obviously
Dm
wants the country in tatters
B
They all do, two arms, two legs, fuck you
Fuck you all, we don't want radio play
Dm
We're not fucking Cannon and Ball
B
Smashed houses, super farts
Dm
Ta, ra, ta, ra, la, la, la, shit trousers
B
That's the angle
Interlude 1
B
D
Dm
B
Dm
Bm
Dm
That's the angle
Verse 4
Bm
B
Wobbly chops, wobble at you
Firm men snot the chop, I'll dob ya
Dm
Arthur, side car mayhem
B
Cold streets,
the hum of the traffic lights
Peddle bikes, do what you want,
ya what nat?
Dm
Have it dom, I can't eat any
B
more bought in cakes
That taste like koala waste
Verse 5
B
D
Eucalyptus, you can fuck off
Bm
B
I pick blackberries near
the old contact centre
The smell of late summer in spring,
Dm
we step, they stop
Bm
B
Advancement is only regarded as
a good day in the money shop
Cheques got cashed,
Dm
B
nowhere money in nowhere land
Verse 6
B
Dm
That's the angle
Bm
B
Dm
That's the angle
Bm
B
That's the angle
D
Dm
Verse 7
B
Donors appear as hate
But in the old days you had to
lead a group of men up a hill
Dm
And got 'em shot by the locals mate
B
Not now, now money murders
We put our souls in nursery for the day
Verse 8
Dm
Pick 'em up after work, take 'em home
B
Try 'n get 'em in bed tucked
up before 10 o'clock
Good drones, organic,
D
Dm
D
the new church donation .org
B
The virtual soap box in the park
You got a mouthful,
Dm
justify the nouce, spit ya venom
Verse 9
B
don't care it's still the 70's
And they laugh at our ugly double denim
D
Dm
We are the wooden horses on
B
wooden race courses at fairs
The top prize is damaged organs
Dm
and nobody cares
D
B
Death before your contact extension,
puke on you
Dm
They will assist in matters that
B
don't fucking interest you
Verse 10
B
D
Keep it going
Verse 11
B
Mumbling procedure over the phone into
ears that are having a seizure
Dm
The seizure isn't actually
B
a physical crack
It's your body trying to take itself back
Dm
From rules, rules on mules
D
Bm
B
in backpacks
Over mountains that only exist
in your mind trap
D
Dm
Crevice, green bins terrace,
D
B
steak club Tuesday
Gets Ales called Mother of Ruby,
five point eight
Verse 12
Dm
B
I ruined my first pint of Abbott getting two
of those fucking things in mate
Battered in a blanket of cheap meat, tweet
Dm
B
I been on line since 2006
My login is Jason- wants- to- know- why-
he- can't- fuckin'- log- in- Keith
Dm
B
Back office it, pass it on
Fuck 'em, they can sort the problem
D
B
G
Bm
E
(problem)
Verse 13
B
The angles right, it's 'ere tonight
Bm
G
Bm
E
Basement revs my dreams
B
Of bitter minds on seats with pints
G
Bm
E
In quiet streets
B
The angles right, it's 'ere tonight
Bm
E
Basement revs my dreams
B
Of bitter minds on seats with pints
Verse 14
Bm
G
Bm
E
B
In quiet streets
Bm
B
G
In quiet streets
Bm
B
In quiet streets
G
E
Asacha, hmm!
In quiet
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