Intro: C#G# Bbm F# The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreakG# Bbm F# 'til lightning breached their bellies, Caesarean section washes pigment from every streetG# Bbm (C#) F# And it's high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsoleteG# Bbm (C#) F# Seems there's no place in this town, for something as pure as you seemG# Bbm F# I'm diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying inG# Bbm F# Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist, in a shark-infested binG# Bbm F# People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volleyG# Bbm F# I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing it in second classC# Bbm C# I heard that it hurts, and I said, ohG# Bbm F# Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of timeG# Bbm F# A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chimeG# Bbm F# I requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and youG# Bbm C# F# And leave with all the dignity of a missed Panenka penaltyC# Bbm C# I heard that it hurts, and I saidBbm F F# I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves meC# Bbm F She smiled at a joke, but I saidBbm F F# I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves meBbm F F# 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above meC#G# Bbm F# Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosoteG# Bbm F# We're blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notesG# Bbm F# Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon madeG# Bbm F# Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter bladeC# Bbm C# I heard that it hurts, and I saidBbm F F# I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves meC# Bbm F She smiled at a joke, but I saidBbm F F# I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves meBbm F F# 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above meBbm F F# I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves meBbm F F# 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above meG# Bbm F# The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreakG# Bbm F# And you hear them singing, in every room, from nursery to tomb G# (fade out) Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song
Glue Me
Los Campesinos!
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