Half Man Half Biscuit - This leaden pall

It’s th^Fe year 2^C163 Chester ^FBarnes is risen from the ^Cdead And he’^Fs coming round to creosote th^Ce fence And ^FI for one feel Spartan and mon^Castic. As the ^Fdrama unfolds on the ^Clawn There’s ^Fa wager between the staff an^Cd me That ^FBarnsey can’t complete the job ^Cbefore I ^Ftake my final Stannah up the ^Cstairs to the stars. ^Bb

^GPapal entou^Drage ^Cgive us a ^Dsong, ^Gpapal entou^Drage give us a ^Csong ^{D G}Papal entou^Drage ^Cgive us a ^Dsong, ^Gpapal entou^Drage give us a ^Csong,^D sssh….

^FGranddaughter doesn’t wann^Ca know ^FEver since she got into the ^Ccharts ^FAsk her what perfume she ^Cwears “Sel^Ff-Righteous” by An^Cita Roddick. The ^Fdoctor overrates me in my ^Croom And ^Fwith the regularity of ^Cdoom A ^Fgeezer with a double-necked gui^Ctar Comes and ^Ftells me Tales from Topographic ^COceans.^Bb

^GPapal entou^Drage ^Cgive us a ^Dsong, ^Gpapal entou^Drage give us a ^Csong ^{D G}Papal entou^Drage ^Cgive us a ^Dsong, ^Gpapal entou^Drage give us a ^Csong.^D

^GPapal entou^Drage ^Cgive us a ^Dsong, ^Gpapal entou^Drage give us a ^Csong ^{D G}Papal entou^Drage ^Cgive us a ^Dsong, ^Gpapal entou^Drage give us a ^Csong,^D sssh….