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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] A G# G F# (x4) [Verse 1]
ASank into their G#calcuGlaF#tions And Asnorted G#on a F#stench Of Atheir aG#rithmeF#tic ALook for the boy who was G#hanging his Ghead F#low More Atrophies G#and idF#eas To Afollow G#their preF#tend
[Chorus]
With a F#mscowl in his C#pocket and a Csmile on his Aface He Cfollowed with oC#bedience and Afell in the Cnettles
A G# G F# (x4) [Verse 2]
AAfterwards those G#spiky GwhisF#pers ASaid he brought G#his own F#rope And Askipped the G#bits they F#loathed ADidn’t scramble to G#find a Gdock F#leaf And Acapture G#back our F#hope To adAvice, his G#mind had F#closed
He lost all of his foot holes [Chorus]
With a F#mscowl in his C#pocket and a Csmile on his Aface He Cfollowed with oC#bedience and Afell in the Cnettles Fell in the nettles, fell in the nettlesF#m
Bm G F#m Bm G [Verse 3]
He was a F#mtoothpick and the garlic and the Bmcinder Gupon the F#mpath Had failed to blunt or Bmhinder the Gslow colF#mlapse And clinging to the Bmdoor frame, Ghe was F#mtrapped Off to a reBmminder of Gwhere he F#mhad been
A G# G F# (x4) [Chorus]
With a Asmile in his G#pocGkeFt and a Ascowl on his G#facGe F There was Anowhere to G#fleGe,F so sat conAtent in the G#nettlesF#
[Outro] Louder! A G# G F# (x4)