Half Man Half Biscuit - Excavating rita

^BbWhen I need you you’re only ever twent^Dmy-eight away with a tailwind ^EbI’m on Shimano ^EbmUltegra now, ain’t ^Bbyou heard? Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has ^Dmfailed as a friend ^EbVenezuela, Aus^Ebmtralia, then ^Bbme. ^FBut when it’^G#s too late fo^C#r drun^F#ks and to^Bo early fo^Er milkmen ^DGive me the moonlight, give me a ^G#spade. ^F#I’ve got soil on my finger^Bs; I’ve got worms in^C# my shoes, ^F#The stench of death lingers^B when I lie next to ^C#you, I’ve been ^F#allowed about an hour to comprehend That I ^Bsimply can’t walk out th^C#e door They’ve go^F#t rules by which I must abide; re^Bgulations to keep me ^Dsecure. ^BbWith a help chute and a carbon mon^Dmoxide alarm ^EbWe would still have our ^EbmThursday after^Bbnoons Consolation in the form of a ^Dmhalogen lamp ^EbDark was the ^Ebmnight, cold was the ^Bbground. ^FWhen you’ve go^G#t nothing t^C#o lo^F#se you ge^Bt worms in you^Er shoes ^DYou get the subterr^Eanean lovesick ^G#blues. ^F#I’m still your number on^C#e fa^Bn; I’m your Betterw^F#are man I’m still your number on^C#e fa^Bn; I’m your Betterw^F#are man I’m still your number on^C#e fa^Bn; I’m your Betterw^Dare m^F#an. ^{D F#}