Half Man Half Biscuit - Alehouse futsal

^G I wanna kill your Sunday morning, call dusk on a new age dawning ^C I don’t care what’s comin’ around the ^Gbend; ^CI speak ill to eke out my stip^Gend. It’s ^Dgood to be lost, I don’t wanna be found ^C And when laugh time comes around ^G I’ll give you ^D7alehouse ^Gfutsal. ^{D7 G D7 G D7 G D7}

^G Your softly spoken friends, their fortnight in the Fens Your ^Ctime slip stories I a^Gvow Are ^Cboring the arse off me ^Gnow. I’m gonna ^Dput up a wall in your through lounge ^C My animosity knows no bounds ^G I’m gonna give you ^D7alehouse ^Gfutsal.^D7

^GPicnics with craft beer, Elbow in Delamere Your ^Cbrand new 10K P.^GB. ^CHaile Gebrselass^Gie ^DWhen you try combining that ^Ccloud with silver lining ^G Gonna give you ^Dalehouse,^G I’ll give you ^Dalehouse ^G Gonna give you ^D7alehouse ^Gfutsal. ^{Bb C D7 G D7 G D7 G D7 G}