Suck It chords by The Bug Club

• Difficulty: Advanced 🤯

Key: Gm

Intro:


NC


Verse 1:

NC
I stand like my father with too many feet.
NC
Waiting to be lonely but it never usually happen.

Breakdown:

Gm Gm Gm Gm
Gm Gm Gm Gm Ab5 A5


Verse 2:

Bbm
The sun shines brighter up here, every ray is eaten by my dirty long coat.
Bbm
My feet blur into the long blaze and my haircut is the silhouette of Scotland.
Bbm
Never thirsty and almost full, the moons rubbish candle adds nothing I care about,
Bbm
for everything I wanna be I can. And everything invisible, can suck it!


Breakdown:

Bbm Bbm Bbm Bbm
Bbm Bbm Bbm Bbm Bm Cm


Verse 3:

Dbm
Let the playtime pastimes pretend Monday is the thing of the first years.
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Pile it all up like a horrible tree and blow it down with songs of Saturn.
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Leave space empty. I can't afford anything that large.
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Ooh!


Breakdown:

Dbm Dbm Dbm Dbm
Dbm Dbm Dbm Dbm Dm Ebm


Verse 4:

Em
The geese of Amsterdam are louder than my wall of food,
Em
happier than my simple spider,lucky as my empty carriage and
E
deader than I wanna be. Their polished pedals
Em
pedal through conversation easy as a lie to a policeman.
E
Even the technicians torch cannot
Em
see the true beauty of this warm, grey bicycle but I can.
E
Because I've seen this kind of thing before. It's text book. And I bet I know who did it an all.


Breakdown:

E E E E
E E E E F#


Verse 5:

G
Are those the edges you talked about?
NC
I imagined a black line, with yellow on one side and a cold lonely tomorrow on the other.
NC
Looks more like a Hollywood pigeon to me, whatever that means
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My brother would know but he is beyong the blurred boundary in the present,
NC
while I am lodged in the wheel of a 1973 bicycle, hurtling off the local Baptist church roof.
NC
I've known better landings personally, but this brief encounter with Dante will do nicely.
NC
Especially since it's nearly Christmas. If you can believe it.


Breakdown:

G G G G
G G G G A5


Verse 6:

Bbm
My mobile telephone has just one number. It dials a random ?and a one? from France,
Bbm
answers and tells me ?I'm perfect and when I'm beautiful?
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Not a soul wishes to be you, but every animal trusts you, thus you are free.
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And no obvious obstruction can sing your favourite line before you get the chance.
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No eyes turn green if not already when your shapeless answers ring out.
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Bones snap in time to your soft, white mood, and the sunshine can only paint your dry canvas.
Bb
Well thank you I guess. You give these things as present to an easter dog,
Bb
but now my inside's aching I'm leaking from the seams of my best trousers.
Bb
Perfection needs no answer.
Bb
Same time tomorrow then?


Breakdown:

Bb Bb Bb Bb
Bbm Bbm Bbm Bb C


Verse 7:

C#
The people in that photograph don't like each other now.
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One evaporation waits the others underground.
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It always looks like it could rain, the family suits still dry.
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The ground is getting almost hard enough to never try.
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Days and days of busy boys, I cannot stand the smell.
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The women wouldn't warn me but I know their mothers well.
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Give me your best guess and I'll plant it in the book.
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I'll grow another in the gutter of a closer look.
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Everything is ugly when you're somewhere stuck between,
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a gaping hole and one nostril still sniffing at a dream.
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Oh!


Breakdown:

C# C# C# C#
C# C# C# C# D5 D#5


Verse 8:

E7
Those clouds look like my least favourite uncles dog.
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Tired and old and a bit pissy.
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Louder than you'd expect on a Tuesday morning.
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No sharp sentence can ?spear a gun for tomorrow?
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And no blunt image can raise my spirits.
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For I am an empty shell,
NC
without the long crown. Quite horrible.
NC
Ow!


Breakdown:

E7 E7 E7 E7
E7 E7 E7 E7 F#


Verse 9:

G
Destroy the old white cells of solitude.
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Visit a damp cushion.
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Run faster than faux fur on true leather can carry.
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Stumble by the light of the ?least? rubbish candle.
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Sit loudly at the table of my mother's worst nightmare.
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And drink all the water.
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But not normally.


Breakdown:

G G G G
G G G G A5

Verse 10:

Bbm
I shine the shoes of people who are tired of looking dull.
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I cannot fix the weathered bricks you're wearing as a skull.
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No shining shoe will quite undo, a sentiment so hard.
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I'm happy to be happy, but I could never charm!


Breakdown:

Bbm Bbm Bbm Bbm
Bbm Bbm Bbm Bbm B5 C5


Verse 11:

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That cow splashes in the milk,
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that chicken sleeps on the egg,
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that spider swings about on Sundays.
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That fish drinks all the lemonade.
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That castle crumbles to all songs in bad jackets,
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that comedian laughs at nothing.
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This half Son of God, the carpenter,
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fixes locks and other broken beams.
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You are very welcome.