Tonalité : Gb major
Verse 1
D
G
Morning after the night before
Bm
Head pounding, dry mouth,
D
Asus4
knuckles raw
D
G
Told myself not to get this bad no more
Bm
So I start apologising while
D
my pockets pour
G
Woke up to wallow in self -pity
Bm
Tore up the towel,
D
A
tipped a tear to the city
D
G
Head undercover as the world eats me
Bm
A
Now hideaway coward from reality
D
Just getting through work
G
Bm
and I'm distracted by my phone
And the lads are going out
D
of no intention
G
Leaving me alone to agree to
the times of their request
Bm
Jump in the shower,
G
D
spot a dinner, get dressed
I try to plead my case,
G
they ain't listenin'
Bm
Look, last note tonight,
D
I'm shattered and skint
You're not stayin' at home,
G
we'll chump 30 quid in
Bm
D
No deadline on the loan before I know it,
A
cool loans splashin'
D
Bumper, lift off the arm,
G
my city centre
Bm
Destined quick stop, off at the co -op,
D
cigarette investors
Back in the motor,
G
Bm
G
just the people watchin'
Well, in another two hours,
A
D
we'll be drinkin', catchin'
G
Up with the pre -drinks of two hours
Bm
I dread the thought of wakin'
D
A
D
up in Shirley Tower
To a bird who looks like
G
Drop from Austin Powers
Bm
G
Sweating and hanging where
A
the fuck's my trousers?
D
A
G
Bm
No one will know just
D
A
G
how you're feeling
Bm
They dragged you out last night,
A
G
kicking and screaming
Bm
A
No one will know, did you know,
G
stop bleeding
Bm
Half -munched cheesy chips,
A
black eyes, split lips
D
G
Bm
He'll never let us in
D
A
D
G
Bm
A
D
So I step to the bouncers,
G
Bm
said he seen my name before
I say the front man of the poacher,
D
A
that impressionist I'm sure
D
Lift a leg, I barely get a
Bm
G
fruit in the door
before
Bm
G
Bm
G
I pint a fine as cheap a lager,
A
D
begins to pour
Clock a bird to my wife's
Bm
G
when she's giving me the eye
Bm
Till I glance to the left,
D
A
D
I got a knobhead in sight
G
One of the lads sat in a shirt and tie
Bm
G
A
Some fake tan, orange, jory, s's
D
Look, I lie down your Brutu -tu,
G
Bm
needle and loo and you
D
Heavily iridinal, but you hit the Q
Finally squeezing out the trough,
G
Bm
G
touching cloth and you
Bm
Spoil the old boy to your side,
A
analysing you
D
Keep your cool,
G
Bm
step outside for some fresh air
Your patient's being tested,
D
A
steps in it for a Mayfair
D
G
Ask for twos from a pissed
up non -smoker
Bm
G
Bm
A
It's about the time that I lose
D
A
D
A
D
my rag
G
Bm
I wanna know just
A
how you're feeling
G
Bm
They dragged you out last night,
A
D
A
kickin' and screamin'
G
And I wanna know,
Bm
A
did you know, stop bleedin'
G
Bm
Half -munched cheesy chips,
D
A
black eyes, split lips
D
G
They'll never let us down
Bm
D
A
D
G
Bm
D
A
D
G
See last night started off so well
Bm
A
Just Bolby, good company all as well
D
G
Little did I know that time would tell
Bm
We're all acting up a treat
A
Heading for the cells
D
Have a vivid memory about
G
Bm
I've turned to myself in the
A
mirror of the upstairs gent
D
Valiant words of wisdom
G
reassure my men
Bm
I'm making through the night mine
D
A
Over amount of content
D
G
And ain't it embarrassing
Bm
D
A
When lads will show you up
D
in front of a girl
G
And ain't it annoying when
D
they start scrapping
With someone for no reason at all
G
For all the times they've
Bm
G
stood by my side
Bm
D
And said you're going down,
A
D
we're going down as well
Bm
My mates are my mates for a reason
D
A
D
And I wouldn't change it for the world
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