Originally in A, I play in D
Bmadd4 |
Oh, oh, oh, oh x 4 |
C | G |
→ |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
Another sub | urban family | morning |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
Grandmother s | creaming at the w | all |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
We have to s | hout above the d | in of our Rice Krispies |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
We can’t hear a | nything at a | ll |
Down to the 3 of the chord, which will feel low in D
D | G/D | E7/D | G/D |
Mother chants her l | itany of bor | edom and frus | tration |
D | G/D | E7/D | G/D | |
But | we know all her s | uicides are | fake |
Vox on the 5 of the chord
If you’re playing in D, play the Gm7→Gm6 as 3x333→3x233
Gm7 | Gm6 | Gm7 | Gm6 |
Daddy only stares | into the distance |
Gm7 | Gm6 | G/A | A | G/A | A | |
There’s o | nly so much m | ore that he can ta | ke |
Dm | A#maj7/D | C6 | D#maj7/A# |
Many miles | away something | crawls from the | slime |
A | A#/A | A | C | G | |
At the b | ottom of a dark | Scottish | lake | → |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
Another ind | ustrial ugly | morning |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
The factory belches f | ilth into | the sky |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
He walks unhi | ndered through the p | icket lines today |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
He doesn’t th | ink to wonder why |
D | G/D | E7/D | G/D | |
The s | ecretaries pou | t and preen like | cheap tarts in a | red light street |
D | G/D | E7/D | G/D | |
But a | ll he ever | thinks to do is | watch |
Gm7 | Gm6 | Gm7 | Gm6 | |
And e | very single m | eeting with his so | -called superior |
Gm7 | Gm6 | G/A | A | G/A | A | |
Is a h | umiliating kick in the cro | tch |
Dm | A#maj7/D | C6 | D#maj7/A# |
Many miles aw | ay something | crawls to the su | rface |
A | A#/A | A | |
Of a dar | k Scottish loch |
Bmadd4 |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
Another wor | king day has | ended |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
Only the rush | -hour hell to fac | e |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G |
Packed like l | emmings into shin | y metal boxes |
D | D/F# | C | G | C | G | |
Con | testants in a s | uicidal race |
D | G/D | E7/D | G/D |
Daddy grips the whe | el and stares alo | ne into the dista | nce |
D | G/D | E7/D | G/D | |
He k | nows that something s | omewhere has to b | reak |
Gm7 | Gm6 | Gm7 | Gm6 | |
He s | ees the family h | ome now l | ooming in his he | adlights |
Gm7 | Gm6 | G/A | A | G/A | A | |
The p | ain upstairs that m | akes his eyeballs ache |
One extra round on this this time
G/A | A | G/A | A |
Dm | A#maj7/D | C6 | D#maj7/A# |
Many miles | away there’s a | shadow on the do | or |
A | A# | |
Of a cot | tage on the shore |
A | A#/A | |
Of a | dark |
A | A#/A | C6/A | A#/A | |
Scottish | lake |
A | A#/A | C6/A | A#/A | |
Many miles away |