Los Campesinos! - Straight in at 101

^GI think we need ^Emmore pos^Gt-coital a^Bmnd l^Emess post-^Grock ^CFeels like the b^Guild-up takes fo^Crever, but you ^Gnever get^C me off You^G pull your dress over your face And^G I stare down towards my c^Ahest Cha^Astise both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the sof^Gtest Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing flo^Aorboards

To d^Emash from ma^Attress ^Dto your b^Gathroom Where I b^Bmall my fingers into fi^Gsts Until my kn^Cuckles glow bright wh^Gite Press the hee^Emls into eye-sockets 'til I see the flashing lights Sto^Gp me when my stories change When they have started to rep^Ceat 'Cause last ^Gtime I was a me^Ass of s^Emleep, of i^Dcy feet

So^C b^Emaby, a^Gll apo^Clo^Ggies It^C was going to ^Bmhap^Empen^Gm, inevi^Dtably, o^Gh

I think we need m^Emore pos^Et-coital^Em and less post^G-rock Feels like the bui^Cld-up takes fo^Grever, but you ne^Cver touch my c^Gock And what exa^Emctly do you mean^G now^Em by, "What can you even e^Gat?" And how do^Ces that aff^Gect how I'll ge^Ct off this eve^Gning?

I ^Gflew down south to Mexico, had a minor realisation I understood why kids ^Adraw the sun with its rays emanating And ^Gthe beams broke the clouds, the sky looked like a concertina I'd sat on in my po^Acket for weeks, folded up from a pic^Amture I^G've been playing Straight Chicken with gay girls, it's never enough She keeps on pulling the pe^Cace sign and it seems lik^Ge a taunt She licked a glaze on her lips, they shone like Ba^Attleship G^Gmrey She never liked the w^Emisdom I gave "S^Gome people give themselves to religion ^A So^Emme people give th^Gmemselves to a cause ^G So^Cme people give themselves to a lo^Gver I h^Aave to give myself to goa^Dls"

So^C b^Emaby, a^Gll apo^Clo^Ggies It^C was going to ^Bmhap^Empen^Gm, inevi^Dtably, o^Gh An^Cd if it helps,^Em I mean, even s^Clightly at a^Gll It's best to dus^Ct yourself down^G and get straight ^Emback on t^Dhe horse

I co^Gndescend a sm^Dile and wink dire^Gctly at the ca^Cmera I le^Gave you led in^D both our scents as I ti^Bptoe out the ba^Emckdoor I sk^Gid down icy st^Dreets and view my^G face in the r^Ceflection Of a^G High Street lingeri^De store though it wa^Emsn't my inte^Cntion

The tal^A5king heads count d^Down The most heart-^Gwrenching bre^Eak^Dups of all time Im^Gagine the great s^Dense of waste The indi^E5gnity, the embarr^Dassment When n^Eot a single one of that whole century was mine