Los Campesinos! - Four seasons

^CAnother ^Fcounty's dirt on the knees of ^Fmy ripped ^Dmjeans ^DmAnd I won't wanna ^Dmtalk about ^Cit.

^CWhat you prise from '^Ctween my ^Emfingers, ^EmThat the ^Cdevil speaks in Scottish ^Cbrogue, a ^Flove life under two ^Fsha^Dmdows. But you don't wanna ^Dmtalk about ^Cit.

^AmThe bus stands still, the ^Glandscape scrolls right ^Cby (I love you more than ever) ^AmDual carriageway and ^Glandfill line both ^Csides (I love you more than ever)

^AmAnd when I lay you ^Gdown we'll be ^Cbeneath, (I love you more than ever) ^Amduck feather duvet, ^Gnew clean cotton ^Csheets. (I love you more than ever)

Someth^Dming verdant, someth^Aming blooming, someth^Eming golden, someth^Cing dead. Cut ^Dminto uneven ^Amquarters, all four ^Emseasons in my ^Chead. Someth^Dming verdant, someth^Aming blooming, someth^Eming golden, someth^Cing dead. Cut ^Dminto uneven ^Amquarters, all four ^Emseasons in my ^Chead. Someth^Dming verdant, someth^Aming blooming, someth^Eming golden, someth^Cing dead. Cut ^Dminto uneven ^Amquarters, all four ^Emseasons in my ^Chead.

^CAs you bathe the ^Cstains from my ^Emskin ^EmOnly ^Cdirt is washed away, ^Ccos all the ^Fbad lays far more ^Fdeep^Dm Please, I don't wanna t^Dmalk about it^C.