Tonalità: Ab major
Intro 1
F#
G
D
B
F#
G
F#
B
D
B
Verse 1
Ayy,
ayy
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard
when we were home
F#
Looking down from in the gods
B
as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub,
tiny little minds are alone
G
Lighting passing overhead which misses
B
some and then finds them
Like their prison- breaking from
F#
Alcatraz into their minds
B
Heaven say they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins,
F#
G
envy's the only not fun
D
Wayo Too much
Verse 2
B
F#
G
yayo
Wayo
F#
B
D
B
Too much yayo
E
G
Living in the present is like Trying to sit on the
Verse 3
B
very,
very head of a pin
Which is why we try to lose
our heads whatever the thing
E
B
But you can't run away from this,
there's no place that far
Pinballing around to the rhythm
G
B
Hitting points and bouncing straight
back between flippers and in
People are so pleased at their plight
G
B
They are not the first to feel this,
Interlude 1
not even tonight
B
C
B
C
B
C
B
C
B
C
B
Verse 4
Ayy, why do I never learn?
C
Monday, Tuesday,
B
my head feeling hurt
Wednesday,
C
B
done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again
Verse 5
B
Leave the ash on your cigarette
and wait for it to fall
'Til the alleyway is full,
you wait for nothing at all
Smiling like he's loving a text
But he's watching his own
Snapchat 'cause he's loving himself
C
He don't like pain,
B
but he must quite like hell
C
He don't like cocaine,
B
he just quite likes the smell
C
B
Crying's the weapon of the weak
Slander is the angle if you're after
C
B
getting nowhere
C
B
Verse 6
Wayo
C
B
Too much yayo
Wayo
Verse 7
B
Ayy, why do I never learn?
C
Monday, Tuesday,
B
my head feeling hurt
Wednesday,
G
B
done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again
Verse 8
Wayo
F#
B
D
B
Too much yayo
Verse 9
B
Like a little theatre show
E
B
That we used to make as kids of
F#
cardboard when we were home
B
Looking down from in the gods
E
B
as people go on below
E
Trapped inside the nightclub,
G
F#
B
tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses
some and then finds them
E
F#
Like their prison- breaking from
B
Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven say they sin just for fun
E
G
Of the seven deadly sins,
B
F#
G
envy's the only not fun
D
Wayo Too much
Verse 10
B
F#
G
D
yayo
Wayo
B
F#
G
Too much yayo
F#
Like a little theatre show
Verse 11
B
D
That we used to make
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