Miles Kane - Killing the joke

In^Amaj7hibitions, televisions Clicking through whatever w^A7eather you know That your mind lets you know I know better But ^DI, I want to see yo^B7u tonight ^Amaj7'Cause the clocks count down and we're in for bad weather It'd ^A7be nice to see you, to see you nice But ^DI want to see yo^B7u tonight

^A'Cause you're my top, you're my t^A+op You're my ^F#mtop one-hundred s^Bhows Why do I^D always have to g^Eo killing the joke^F#m?

I^Amaj7nterstellar, dressed in leather, drinking bitter boy Y^A7ou know the plan but you never knew the ploy But^D I, I live a lonely li^B7fe ^Amaj7Since you been gone I left the TV on Le^A7t the milk go sour, let the bills pile up But ^DI, I know I'm a funny ^B7guy

^A'Cause you're my top, you're my to^A+p You're my ^F#mtop one-hundred sh^Bows Why do I ^Dalways have to g^Eo killing

S^Bmwear I saw you smil^Ee Y^C#mou try to hide it w^F#mell Th^Dree fifteen on ^Ethe wrong side

'Cause y^Aou're my top, you're my to^A+p You're my ^F#mtop one-hundred s^Bhows Why do I ^Dalways have to ^Ego killing the jok^Ae? Ki^A+ll the joke^A Ki^A+ll the joke^A Ki^A+ll the joke^A Ki^A+ll the joke^A