Bush - Little things

^A I b^Cleach the ^Dsky ^Gevery ^Anight ^A L^Coaded on ^Dwrong and ^Gfurther from ^Aright ^{A C}Spinning ^Daround, ^Gtwo howling m^Aoons ^A Cuz ^Cthey're always ^Dthere, w^Ghatever I do ^{A F C D} A F C D

^A The ^Criver is ^Dloaded, I've ^Gbeen there to^Aday ^{A C}Tool it some ^Dquestions, ^Gshe does me a^Again ^A I'd ^Cdie in your ^Darms if ^Gyou were dead ^Atoo ^{A C}Here comes a ^Dlie, we will ^Galways be true^{A F C D}

^AmGoing ^Fup when ^Ccoming ^Ddown ^AmScratch ^Faway, way, wa^Cy, way,^D way

It's the ^Amlittle ^Fthings that ^Ckill ^{D Am}Tearing ^Fat my ^Cbrains ^Dagain The ^Amlittle ^Fthings that ^Ckill

^A B^Cigger you g^Dive, ^Gbigger you ^Aget ^A We're ^Cboss at d^Denial, but^G our best at f^Aorget ^A C^Cupboard is ^Dempty, we ^Greally need f^Aood ^A S^Cummer is wi^Dnter and ^Gyou always knew ^{A F C D}

^AmGoing ^Fup when ^Ccoming ^Ddown ^AmScratch ^Faway, way, wa^Cy, way,^D way

It'^Ams the l^Fittle things^C that k^Dill ^AmTearing ^Fat my ^Cbrains ^Dagain It'^Ams the l^Fittle things^C that k^Dill ^AmTearing ^Fat my ^Cbrains ^Dagain ^AmLittle little ^Flittle little ^Clittle little ^Dlittle little ^AmLittle little ^Flittle little ^Clittle little ^Dlittle little

^AmI touch your ^Fmouth, my ^Cwilly is ^Dfood ^AmAddicted to ^Flove, I'm a^Cddicted to ^Dyou shit ^AmI kill you ^Fonce, I k^Cill you a^Dgain ^AmWe're starving and ^Fcrude, w^Celcome my f^Driends to ^AmThe little ^Fthings that k^Cill ^D