Death To The Lads
The Smith Street Band
G
(início)
GVerse 1
G Em Staying in a hotel full of pilots C I can't believe that they are smoking G Em If you mastered the art of flight C Why would you spend half your time choking? G Em C Sleeping in a bedroom full of assholes surely means I am one too G Em And I wake up and I go walking C And I think the wrong thing about you
Pre-chorus
D Am Bm C And it was the best idea we ever had D Am Bm Picked up our spirits and we sang
Chorus
C G Death to the lads C G G/F# Death to the lads C G Death to the lads A D As loud as we possibly can
Interlude
G Em C (x2)
Verse 2
G Em C Along the most depressing highways ever dropped into the earth G Em Among the confederate flag lower back tattoo C That is this part of the world we're raising G Em C Bats and kids in carparks in the light of drive-in ATMs G Em I learned to read the side effects C I am my own adverse reaction
Pre-chorus
D Am Bm C And it was the best idea we ever had D Am Bm Picked up our voices and we sang
Chorus
C G Death to the lads C G G/F# Death to the lads C G Death to the lads A D As loud as we possibly can C G Death to the lads C G G/F# Death to the lads C G Death to the lads A D Get out of my fucking face, mate
Instrumental
C G C G G/F# C G A D
Bridge
C G C Things get better, but they never get good C G D Things get better, but they never get good D C No, they never get good C G I don't do anything I said I would C G D So things get better, but they never get good And we sang
Outro
C G Death to the lads C G G/F# Death to the lads C G Death to the lads A D Get out of my fucking face, mate
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