Biffy Clyro ? Sounds like Balloons D and Em-chords in the chorus are just played as octaves Capo 1.Bund Ancient Rome Am We built that fucker stone by stone F Our fingers bled, our feet were worn Dm But we stayed strong and carried on Am Come on in Do you want to touch my bulbous head? F With features wrapped and stretched to death Dm A tiny nose is all that's left Am G Dm (Harp) This is not Am G Dm (Harp) For your entertainment C (D Em) The land at the end of our toes F Goes on, and on, and on, and on G The sand at the core of our bones Am It blows on, and on, and on, and on C (D Em) The land at the end of our toes F Goes on, and on, and on, and on G The sand at the core of our bones C Continues on Am The basement's gone Am It seems they've dug up all our land F The world was lowered man by man Dm Let's move the sky and not join hands Am Ancient Rome Am We built that fucker stone by stone F Our fingers bled, our feet were worn Dm But we stayed strong and carried on Am G Dm This is not Am G Dm For your entertainment C (D Em) The land at the end of our toes F Goes on, and on, and on, and on G The sand at the core of our bones Am It blows on, and on, and on, and on C (D Em) The land at the end of our toes F Goes on, and on, and on, and on G The sand at the core of our bones C Continues on Dm Am Life still sounds like balloons C You chew and you chew and chew F Your teeth crumble to the floor Dm It's where they lay, it's where they lay Am The past never really dies C I don't think we even try F There's no difference from Dm Where we wake or where we die Dm Am C F 2x Dm Am Balloons Am C Balloons C F Balloons C (D Em) The land at the end of our toes F Goes on, and on, and on, and on G The sand at the core of our bones Am It blows on, and on, and on, and on C The land at the end of our toes F Goes on, and on, and on, and on G The sand at the core of our bones C Continues on
