Bats in the Attic by King Creosote and John Hopkins
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Capo 1. fret

C [/] [Dsus] [/] Em [/] C
CAnd I've gone silver on Gmy travels,
growing silveAmr in my sideburns. I'm starGting to unravelD her,
CMy heartbeats on a downhGill,
I counted eightyAm on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck tEmhree for three o'clock.[Dsus]

CWhat elsGe?DEm

CWhat elsGe?DEm

CAnd you said twelve years in retirement.G
The hours go by likAme sips of water. The record liesG unbroken,D
Cand no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.G
It's going to beAm the death of me, sweet drumroll foEmr those embittered big ideasD.CGDEm

CIt's sucGh a waste of all that I had.DEm
CIt's sucGh a waste of all that I had.DEm

You mentioned bats in the attic,
so now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules.
I walked down in the basement.
I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth.

And how I'll laugh out loud about that.
When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names.
And go make yourself a fortune,
there's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.

It's such a waste of what we had.
And it's such a waste of all that we had.
And it's such a waste of all that I am.