Fuck Ups chords by The Holloways

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)

Key: A augmentedA

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
A augmentedA A majorA D MajorD E MajorE x2

Verse:
A augmentedA                  D MajorD          E MajorE
Look, here comes another man with another sorry story to tell
 A augmentedA                      D MajorD              E MajorE
And you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to Hell
     A augmentedA
Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same
  D MajorD            E MajorE
Of torturous debauchery form his wife's little games
 A augmentedA
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone
       D MajorD           E MajorE
But you're gonna bury me with your tales of misery

Bridge:
   F# minorF#m
And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
  D MajorD              E MajorE      F# minorF#m
I know full well I shouldn't I don't know if I will
F# minorF#m
Or I won't, will I do what I don't?
  D MajorD               E MajorE
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
D MajorD             E MajorE
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

Chorus:
    C majorC
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
       A augmentedA
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
     C majorC
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
  FF                 G+G
I think they're killing me with their grim reality

Verse:
A augmentedA                   D MajorD          E MajorE
Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's
A augmentedA                    D MajorD        E MajorE
And he has drunk so much alcohol he can no longer get a hard-on
A augmentedA
Not that he'd ever get a chance to use it
 D MajorD            E MajorE
Women are intelligent and he is stupid
 A augmentedA               D MajorD              E MajorE
Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his blues away

Bridge:
   F# minorF#m
And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
  D MajorD              E MajorE      F# minorF#m
I know full well I shouldn't I don't know if I will
F# minorF#m
Or I won't, will I do what I don't?
  D MajorD               E MajorE
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

Chorus:
    C majorC
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
       A augmentedA
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
     C majorC
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
  FF                 G+G
I think they're killing me with their grim reality

Solo:
BB B
A augmentedA A majorA D MajorD E MajorE x6

Verse:
A augmentedA                      D MajorD       E MajorE
Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says
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"My family's gonna take over this council estate
    D MajorD              E MajorE
If we keep on giving birth at this rate
          A augmentedA                D MajorD        E MajorE
I could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five
   A augmentedA                    D MajorD           E MajorE
And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive
    D MajorD          E MajorE
I don't care if I'm dead or alive."

Chorus:
    C majorC
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
       A augmentedA
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
     C majorC
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
  FF                 G+G
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
     A augmentedA
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
    D MajorD             E MajorE
If your life is going wrong, you better sing along
    A augmentedA
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
   D MajorD     E MajorE
(You fucked up fuck ups!)
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