Тональность: C major
Verse 1
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Verse 2
Dm
D
C
Dm
C
Live
Dm
C
tonight
C
Verse 3
Dm
C
Kick you into the fucking ground
I'm not moaning, man
Dm
C
I like the smell of mist on curbs
near the beer garden at night
Dm
Db
I like the taxis, cars,
C
Dm
motorbikes, pedestrian walkways
C
Well, if the council want a no traffic zone
Dm
that's sound mate, good with me
C
I got a latte, on I'm easy,
Dm
C
undercover of the night
Dm
Db
C
Telecaster, pirate wanker, high seas,
arthritis? Yes, please!
Dm
C
I look like The Michelin man
Dm
yammed up on antibiotics, nanny
C
Is that your auntie?
Verse 4
What d'yer bring
Dm
ya fucking auntie for?
C
What's he gonna do? You
ain't got permission to
Dm
C
Unless I give it to you, to open ya mouth
Dm
C
I want you to unplug the till from
Db
the canteen upstairs bring it down 'ere
C
Plug it in and start dishing
Dm
C
fucking refunds out!
Verse 5
Dm
C
Live tonight
C
Dm
C
Live tonight, every night
C
Verse 6
Db
C
Darcy de farcy back on the
phones in two years
Dm
C
Real music, real chorus, no tears, no fears
Dm
I'll end mumbling away in a wait
C
ing room about the SAS, mate
Dm
C
Dirty neck barred from The Last Post,
the pub next to the church
Dm
C
It's alright, blokes 'n' smokes,
Dm
it's all god and an eye for an eye
C
Dm
C
Still some out there who believe in the lie of work 'til you die,
of Sundays, apple pie
Dm
Db
C
Death waits for every man!
Verse 7
C
Db
It ain't like cakes from Birds,
C
you don't get anything for your money back
Dm
C
Pound back on the bottle of pop,
I tango and cashed it, yam
Dm
Db
C
Cake tin, your job, my job, laughing
Dm
C
Mate, where we been? Upstairs
in the back kid on slop mod
Dm
C
Daft crop, I don't wear crap
like that throwbacks alright
Dm
If ya doing something de
C
cent but I put ya CD on
Dm
C
It's fucking Shakin' Stevens
Verse 8
Dm
C
Live tonight
C
Dm
C
Live tonight, every night
C
Dm
C
Verse 9
Dm
C
You know what?
Fine
Dm
C
You know where the fucking shop is,
don't ya?
Dm
C
Do you want one? Fine!
Dm
C
You know where the fucking shop is,
don't ya?
Dm
C
Do you want one? Fine!
Dm
C
You know where the fucking shop is,
don't ya?
Dm
C
Do you want one? Fine!
Dm
C
You know where the fucking shop is,
don't ya?
Dm
C
Verse 10
Dm
C
Don't ya?
Dm
C
Don't ya?
C
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