Crying Lightning chords by Arctic Monkeys

(intro)  Am    F    Am    E
         Am    G    C    G#

 Am          F            Am          E
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
            Am         G      C      G#
You were practicing a magic trick
         Am          F            Am          E
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
        Am           G        C     G#
On the last of your pick and mix

                                 Am             F
Said you're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught
Am           E
cold before
       Am              G          C     G#
As you bit into your strawberry lace
                           Am             F         Am           E
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                Am              G         C      G#
Is all you had left and it was going to waste

Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

Am (Strum Once)
                      Am               F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
       Am              E
It was on it's way to meet you
Am             G        C         G#
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                     Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
          Am                E
But your profile could not hide
             Am             G         C           G#
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

            Am            F                   Am
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
E                      Am                 G           C        G#
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
              Am              F           Am             E
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
      Am                 G              C       G#
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

        F               Dm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
     Am
And twisted and deranged
      Am                                      F
And I hate that little game you had called
        Dm
Crying lightning
                    Am                                            F
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
    Dm
Uninviting
    Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
       F       Dm
You are crying lightning

(Am)

Am                   Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
      Am
And twisted and deranged
       Am                                     F
And I hate that little game you had called

        Dm            Am
Crying lightning
        Am            F
Crying lightning
        Dm            Am
Crying lightning
        Am
Crying lightning

    F                Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
     Am
And twisted and deranged
       Am                                     F
And I hate that little game you had called
            Dm