Admiral Fallow - Dead leg

^C#mYou have^A grown u^Ep. ^A Smoke-stack sh^Eadows in your ey^Aes. And with ann^Eual courtroom ti^Aes, Cigare^Ette burns in your clo^Athes, Sugar sp^Eoons and frozen to^Aes.

^C#mAnd as f^Aor lo^Eve; ^{A E A C#m}Oh God,^A you farce.^{E A} Taught and b^Erought up on your v^Aerse. Breaking ra^Enk deserves a cu^Arse.

^EGo home ^Anow so^En. I've for^Ebidden what you lo^Ave. Break your o^Ewn glass with your glo^Ave.

So you ma^Eke blu^Ae the air. ^{E A} And with ha^Ends, in pockets, cl^Aenched; Swear to br^Eutalise his we^Anch, Burn some h^Eoles into his fl^Aoor, Maybe p^Eetrol bomb his d^Aoor. ^F#mMaybe not. ^EMaybe not. ^C#m'Cause that's youth t^Eoday; ^A They will f^Eall on any^Aone in the na^Eme of having f^Aun Or is it pre^Essure from you pe^Aers? As the c^Eries fall on deaf e^Aars. What have I d^F#mone?

What have I do^Ene? ^{A E A} Music By Admiral Fallow.