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 |