• Song:

    Walking Disasters

  • Artist:

    The Wombats

Capo 1st fret
Bb                  F                  Gm   Eb
She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor
Bb                     F
But now she's always wasted
           Gm              Eb
A total looker, but she's jaded
Bb                     F           Gm Eb
The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
        Bb              F
I can't offer you a rescue
         Gm                 Eb
But I can tell you what I'd do

Bb                        F
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
Gm                       Eb
And tell my father that I need him back again
Bb                      F
And if these words wont drop from your lips
Gm              Eb
I will be your Freudian slip

Bb                F
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
Gm                  Eb
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Gm           F
Only finding questions in answers
Gm                 Eb
You and I are just walking disasters (x3)

Bb                      F                            Gm Eb
She only finds her love in a downtown store
Bb                                            F                                    
Consumption makes her stronger
                 Gm                     Eb
You're the sweetest anaconda
Bb                            F              Gm Eb
The kind of lack of respect that I adore
          Bb                 F
I cant offer you a rescue
                         Gm                          Eb
But when you've lost all that you have left to lose

Bb                               F
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
Gm                               Eb
And tell my father that I need him back again
Bb                                F
And if these words wont drop from your lips
Gm                  Eb
I will be your Freudian slip

Bb                F                                 Gm Eb
As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel 
Bb                               F                   Gm Eb
You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill
Bb                           F                          Gm Eb
And what we'll never want, we'll always need
                                     Gm         F    Gm
Right now we need some pop psychology
Eb
To keep us up-beat

Bb                                      F
So tell your mother that you love her dearly
Gm                                        Eb
And tell your father your won't lock him out again
Bb                                F
And if these words wont drop from your lips
Gm                  Eb
I will be your Freudian slip

Bb                       F
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
Gm                        Eb
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Gm               F
Only finding questions in answers
Gm                      Eb
You and I are just walking disasters (x5)
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