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Goth On Our Side By Half Man Half Biscuit (Chorded by Lady_Radiohead)
CWell my name it is DFai YounGg FI'm the King of Welsh GCoth TChe village I come from IFs near Aber-Gsoch CI was brought up on FBauhauGs FAnd black bedroom waClls CAnd I had my first SFnakebitGe FWhen I was in halCls
CNow the graveyard is Fcall-iGng FThe sky's getting greCyer CI'll drink the warm blood of FThe Borough SurveGyor CAnd I'll murder the FvergeGr FI've seen how he gawCps CAnd I'll write on his hFeadstoGne: F"Here lies Jones the CorCpse"
CNow my overweight giFrlfrieGnd FShe sits and she crimCps CHer mother's convinced she's FCommuning with imGps CHer brother's alrigFht thouGgh FHe's a good lad is WiClf C'Cos he's into PFlac-ebGo FAnd Cradle Of FiClth
( C, F, G, F, C, F, G) At my gig up in Butlins The Redcoats complained They tried to remove me The bottles they rained But for the first time in history I didn't run and hide And the scousers in shellsuits Had goths on their side ( C, F, G, F, C, F, G) Now this Land Of My Fathers It don't suit my needs I'd rather be some place Like Bradford or Leeds Where the Gipton teenagers Could meet in my shed For advice on mascara And all things undead ( C, F, G, F, C, F, G) Now my left index finger Is nine inches long It's hovering over A world that's gone wrong Ask me to Prestatyn And that's what I'll do And we'll all die together And Dylan can sue