Intro/1st verse: E------------------------------------| B--------------------------------1---| G------------------------------------| D---3--------2---0-------------------| A--------------------3---------------| E------------------------------------| Chorus: Sometimes Scott hammers on and off the G string on the 2nd fret during the F chord. F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) C/G (3x555x@1) GE-------------------------------------------| (320003@1)B----1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1---1-1-1---1-1-1--1-1-1-| G----0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-0-0---0-0-0--0-0-0-| D----3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3---2-2-2---2-2-2--0-0-0-| A----3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3---3-3-3---3-3-3--3-3-3-| E------------------------------3-3-3--3-3-3-| Her heart beats like abreeze (x02210@1)block Thrown down the stairs... 2nd and 3rd Verse: Its just the same idea but pick or strum within the chords (Chord names are inaccurate) (Low to High) F: x-x-3-0-1-x-| E: x-x-2-0-1-x-| D: x-x-0-0-1-x-| C: x-3-x-0-1-x-| F (133211@1) E (022100@1) DIn (xx0232@1)the limp through the years of board schooling C'Comes (x32010@1)accustomed to hearing that she could never run far... (and so on) Lyrics: The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birth The most threadbare tall story the country's ever heard Brought home to breathe smoke in arms of her mother with a blunt kitchen knife Who just lays in a submissive position beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a grave And in the limp through the years of board schooling comes accustomed to hearing that she could never run far A slipped disc in the spine of community, a bloody curse word made pedestrian verse Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks She cries in the high street just to be heard A screaming anchor for nothing in particular at the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirt Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a grave The cheek of youth flashed red and turned grey Now she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet, all thighs, hair, and magpie handbags Saturday's uniform for the fuck me parade Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber ruddy and balding Who just needs a spine to dig into, a chest for the head, and a hand for the holding Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, she was Her heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairs Her skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, she was A broken elevator anthem held between floors But if blood is thicker than concrete, all is not lost All is not lost All is not lost All is not lost All is not lost
