Bottled In Birkenhead
Sound of Guns
C
(início)
G G7 G G7
Verse 1
G It's ten past four in the morning G7 C my minds like a dynamo just wont give in Am maybe the lights are to bright C G G7 maybe it's the amphetamine that I took last night G I haven't moved for an hour G7 C this attic is cold, smells strongly of turpentine Am but I don't mind C G G7 cause I'm hoping the fumes might eventually send me to sleep
Chorus
Em my eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights C of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top Em with cheap whiskey which says on the label C distilled in Kentucky but bottled in Birkenhead G this kind of thing makes me smile to myself C everyday when the world spins around in my shell G Em C it's all in good time, all in bad health G Em C G G7 it's all in good time, all in bad health
Verse 2
G just sit here drifting G7 C through the realms of the sick, be unwell Am I'm on tender hooks C G G7 and I'm looking quite pale but still got my dashing good looks G it's ten past four in the morning G7 C my minds like a dynamo just wont give in Am maybe the lights are to bright C G G7 maybe it's the amphetamine that I took last night
Chorus
Em my eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights C of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top Em with cheap whiskey which says on the label C distilled in Kentucky but bottled in Birkenhead G this kind of thing makes me smile to myself C everyday when the worlds spins around in my shell G Em C it's all in good time, all in bad health G Em C G G7 it's all in good time, all in bad health
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