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