Johnny Foreigner - 199x

In a ^Cterraced house in Rubery ^Dmhaunts The ^Gghost of something awful A ^Fcrushing dark and normal Like the ^Cnight we made yr parents di^Dmvorce ^GDays spent playing rebels ^FPushing our own funerals ^Cforwards, forwards ^{F Dm F}

I almost ^Cfucked you on the couch in the ^Dmlounge ^GTeenagers are useless ^FCause a brittle Christmas And the ^Cglass shards sparkle sharp in the ^Dmsnow ^GOutside for the romance ^FInside for the lust and I ^Cwant you, want you ^F(Want you, want you) ^{Dm F} I ^Cwant you, want you ^F(Want you, want you) ^{Dm F}

I ^Cheard you kept a diary Of ^Dmall the gone-wrongs And I ^Fknow you won't believe me I ^Cthink yr one of the ^Flucky ones

I ^Cthink yr one of ^Fthem

You walked the ^Clong way with yr dignity ^Dmcrumbed If ^Gyr your mother's anger ^FI'm my father's grave And we're ^Cback on our old shaky ground^Dm You ^Gdon't believe in ghosts But that ^Fterraced house in Rubery ^Chaunts you, haunts you ^{F Dm F} It ^Chaunts you, haunts you ^{F Dm F}

I ^Cheard you kept a diary Of ^Dmall the gone-wrongs And I ^Fknow you won't believe me I ^Cthink yr one of the ^Flucky ones

I ^Cthink yr one of ^Fthem