Tonart: 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No druids, out of date barrel fluids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-
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
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
the hum of the traffic lights
Peddle bikes, do what you want,
ya what nat?
Dm
Have it dom, I can't eat any
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,
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
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
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
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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