C#m

              C#m
Blind Pew he covers you with colours of the night
                             A         Ab
youll never meet him in the carnival.
A                    Ab          C#m
Taggada takes the Jakeys for a ride.

               C#m
And Long John Silver is one of the few
                                 A               Ab          A
that Robbie Stevenson could champion even though the man was fake
             Ab             A               Ab            C#m
made up the kind youd never expect to shoot one of their inmates.

F#                                          B
The horizontal stripes will lead you to the west
     F#                                    A                   
The vertical Hilltown Huns will leave you own back with your tannadiction 
Ab
chest.
              C#m
The weakest character in this chapter loves dairy,
               A       Ab     C#m
shadows never shone.
        C#m                              A               Ab         A
I never met a pretty creature who would crumble at the outcome of a cow，
Ab                  A       Ab            C#m
How come you would tell me farmers never bow.

F#m                         Abm
Metaphors are easy just to talk about it，
F#m                          Abm
growing up with spacers I can live without
F#m               Abm           C#m
Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
      F#m           Abm              C#m
just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
           F#m       Abm             A
There will never be a colour in the sea
             Abm             A
if you dont have no eyes to see
               A               Ab
so please dont dwell upon your wooden leg， 
      A       Ab    C#m
your limp is boring me.

                 B                            E
You see your wallpaper was red polluted with lesbian green.
           B                      E
Red was never your colour it was never your team.
         F#m                     B                E
Blue it never even crossed your mind because you never flew a flight，
           F#m            Ab
Golden treasure left you blind.

F#m               Abm            C#m
Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
            F#m           Abm              C#m
your just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
            F#m        Abm          A           Ab               A
There will never be a colour in the sea if you have not eyes to see.

So dont dwell upon your wooden leg, 
                                      C#m Ab x 3      C#m
your fucking limp is boring me.