Bats in the Attic by King Creosote and John Hopkins
Enjoy!
Capo 1. fret
[C] [/] [Dsus] [/] [Em] [/] [C]
[C]And I've gone silver on [G]my travels,
growing silve[Am]r in my sideburns. I'm star[G]ting to unravel[D] her,
[C]My heartbeats on a downh[G]ill,
I counted eighty[Am] on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck t[Em]hree for three o'clock.[Dsus]
[C]What els[G]e?[D][Em]
[C]What els[G]e?[D][Em]
[C]And you said twelve years in retirement.[G]
The hours go by lik[Am]e sips of water. The record lies[G] unbroken,[D]
[C]and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.[G]
It's going to be[Am] the death of me, sweet drumroll fo[Em]r those embittered big ideas[D].[C][G][D][Em]
[C]It's suc[G]h a waste of all that I had.[D][Em]
[C]It's suc[G]h a waste of all that I had.[D][Em]
You mentioned bats in the attic,
so now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules.
I walked down in the basement.
I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth.
And how I'll laugh out loud about that.
When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names.
And go make yourself a fortune,
there's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.
It's such a waste of what we had.
And it's such a waste of all that we had.
And it's such a waste of all that I am.
Enjoy!
Capo 1. fret
[C] [/] [Dsus] [/] [Em] [/] [C]
[C]And I've gone silver on [G]my travels,
growing silve[Am]r in my sideburns. I'm star[G]ting to unravel[D] her,
[C]My heartbeats on a downh[G]ill,
I counted eighty[Am] on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck t[Em]hree for three o'clock.[Dsus]
[C]What els[G]e?[D][Em]
[C]What els[G]e?[D][Em]
[C]And you said twelve years in retirement.[G]
The hours go by lik[Am]e sips of water. The record lies[G] unbroken,[D]
[C]and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.[G]
It's going to be[Am] the death of me, sweet drumroll fo[Em]r those embittered big ideas[D].[C][G][D][Em]
[C]It's suc[G]h a waste of all that I had.[D][Em]
[C]It's suc[G]h a waste of all that I had.[D][Em]
You mentioned bats in the attic,
so now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules.
I walked down in the basement.
I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth.
And how I'll laugh out loud about that.
When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names.
And go make yourself a fortune,
there's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.
It's such a waste of what we had.
And it's such a waste of all that we had.
And it's such a waste of all that I am.
