Intro: A G# G F# (x4) Verse 1: A G# G F# Sank into their calculations A G# F# And snorted on a stench A G# F# Of their arithmetic A G# G F# Look for the boy who was hanging his head low A G# F# More trophies and ideas A G# F# To follow their pretend
Chorus: F#m C# C A With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face C C# A C He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles A G# G F# (x4) Verse 2: A G# G F# Afterwards those spiky whispers A G# F# Said he brought his own rope A G# F# And skipped the bits they loathed A G# G F# Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf A G# F# And capture back our hope A G# F# To advice, his mind had closed He lost all of his foot holes Chorus: F#m C# C A With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face C C# A C He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles F#m Fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles B#m G F#m B#m G Verse 3: F#m Bm G F#m He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path Bm G F#m Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse Bm G F#m And clinging to the door frame, he was trapped Bm G F#m Off to a reminder of where he had been A G# G F# (x4) Chorus: A G# G F A G# G F With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face A G# G F A G# F# There was nowhere to flee, so sat content in the nettles Outro: Louder! A G# G F# (x4) X
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