These are only the electric rhythm guitar chords. I think it's pretty accurate; at 
any rate it's a mixture of these chords, for certain.

Screen falling off the door / Door hanging off the hinges
                                                 
My feet are still sore / My back is on the fringes
                                          
We tore up the walls / We slept on couches
                                          
We lifted this house / We lifted this house

Fire-crackers in the east / My car parked south
                                                  
Your hands on my cheeks / Your shoulder in my mouth
                                              
I was up against the wall on the west, mezzanine
                                          
We rattle this town / We rattle this scene

O, Anna Sun!
       
O, Anna Sun!
 
Bb (x1333x@1)            
What do you know? This house is falling apart
                
What can I say?  This house is falling apart
Eb (x43121@3)                    GmWe (355333@1)got no money, but we got heart
FWe're (133211@1)gonna rattle this ghost town

This house is falling apart
 
Gm/F (the oooh bit)

F (133211@1)                                                     BbScreen (x1333x@1)falling off the door / Door hanging off the hinges
                                                 EbMy (x43121@3)feet are still sore / My back is on the fringes
                                                 GmWe (355333@1)were up against the wall on the west, mezzanine

We rattle this town / We rattle this scene
 
Bb (x1333x@1)       GmO, (355333@1)Anna Sun!
Bb (x1333x@1)       
O, Anna Sun!
 
Bb (x1333x@1)                   GmWhat (355333@1)do you know? This house is falling apart
F (133211@1)                  EbWhat (x43121@3)can I say? This house is falling apart
Bb (x1333x@1)                     GmWe (355333@1)got no money, but we got heart
FWe're (133211@1)gonna rattle this ghost town

This house is falling apart

Gm/F

Live my life without

Station wagon rides

Fumbling around the back

Not one seatbelt on

Wait for summertime

Coming up for air

Now it's all awash

Now it's all awash

Live my life without

Coming up for air

Now it's all a wash

I want everyone

Racing down the hill

I am faster than you

Wait for summertime

Wait for summertime

Bb (x1333x@1)       Gm (355333@1)O, Anna Sun!

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