This is how I play the song, so it's probably not perfect! Suggestions and corrections welcome. G C F C Am F x2

They found ^Amtwo dogs hung from elec^Ctrical pylons, ^Gby their hind legs j^Emust down from my road. You s^Amlit their bellies open left the kn^Cife inside, they'd ri^Gpped off our collars, we had no^Emwhere to hide.

Do you feel the s^Amweat drip? Wake up when your he^Carts skips. 4am you're scre^Gaming, 'Mother, swear I am a g^Emood kid'. I lean across to t^Amake the wheel, whilst so far blisters fo^Crm and heal, compose a mental li^Gst of subtle ways to broach the p^Emoint again.

^FTake my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers, ^AmToo many flesh suppers,

Too many scents linger.

^FTake my callous hand,s^Gink these bloody fingers, ^FToo many f^Amlesh suppers, ^FToo many s^Emcents linger.

^AmYou take the bed and I^C'll take the floor, ^GI'll block the draft that comes u^Emnder the door. ^AmYou take the sheets and I^C'll wrap in clothes, ^GI overpack to k^Emeep out the cold.

^FTake my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers, ^AmToo many flesh suppers,

Too many scents linger.

^FTake my callous hand,s^Gink these bloody fingers, ^FToo many f^Amlesh suppers, ^FToo many s^Emcents linger.

F Am F Am

^CI plunge my hand deep like child scr^Faping around jam jar, ^CUnwieldy as teenagers reach b^Amelow his lover's b^Felt line. The po^Cwer that I felt, when you lo^Foked me in the eye, And said 'I pro^Cmise boy, I'll never let you ^Amsee me cry'.^F

Am F# F Dm G x3 C F C Am F

You d^Con't pay back the debt you owe your pa^Frents for birth, ^Cby giving Grandkids in re^Amturn. You wa^Ftch them ^Gdi^Dme. ^CThrough your declining ey^Fes. My clan^Gdestine, broken c^Dmage, ^Cwe'll keep them secret, 'cause there's ^Amno other w^Fay.

You ripped off my flesh and my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner.

Los Campesinos - Too many flesh suppers