Symphony Of Smut chords by Sycamore Smith

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Intro:
Dm7 A

Verse 1:
    A
Excuse my sullen spew
                            D
But I've got half a mind to split my skull in two
                        E7
Oh, lucky me, the ten o three is pulling through
  Bm                                 A G F# E
I guess I'll lay my head down on the rail
   A
On second thought I'll pass
                          D
And seek salvation at St. Lucy's midnight mass
                              Em7
Where I shall contemplate the Virgin Mary's
E7     E            Bm              A G F# E
Assssssumption into Heaven - what a tale

Chorus:
A
Oh, symphony of smut
                 Bm
Rotten crops and squatter huts
       C#7                  E
Rheumy eyes, cramped guts
                       E7
And though your shanty shades are shut
    E
The Lord will watch you while you rut
    A        E            E7
Oh, God, you naughty sod
          A    G    F#   F#sus4   Dm7
Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut

Verse 2:
     A
Like putty in my mitts
                             D
The brainy beauties all line up to do the splits
                              E7
Their lads are cads, and I am dripping with dry wit
  Bm                                     A G F#
A bookworm bird will drool for something droll
E     A
And I love the wild chases
                            D
That follow pinching subway cops in nether places
                            E7
I grab a ham and wham, it's off to the races
         Bm                                      A G F# E
Till I'm caught and cuffed and plunged in some dark hole

Chorus:
A
Oh, symphony of smut
                 Bm
Rotten crops and squatter huts
       C#7                  E
Rheumy eyes, cramped guts
                       E7
And though your shanty shades are shut
    E
The Lord will watch you while you rut
    A        E            E7
Oh, God, you naughty sod
          A    G    F#   F#sus4   Dm7
Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut

Verse 3:
       A
If you travel to my hovel
                               D
Please wear a wig betwixt your legs, I beg and grovel
                            E7
For I've been working on my great merkin novel
       Bm                              A
It's a dark and twisted yarn told with panache
E      A
But my spine is going slack
                         D
And I keep dreaming of a gleaming iron track
                            E
On second second thought, I want that train to smack my brain
    Bm            A                   G F# E
And scatter it so scavengers can nosh

Chorus:
A
Oh, symphony of smut
                 Bm
Rotten crops and squatter huts
       C#7                  E F#m E C#7
Rheumy eyes, cramped guts
    E                  E7
And though your shanty shades are shut
    E
The Lord will watch you while you rut
    A        E            E7
Oh, God, you naughty sod
          A    G    F# F#sus4 Dm7 A
Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut