The Wombats - Shock goodbyes and p45s
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
D Em Bm Bm
D Em Bm Bm
[Verse 1]
DIt's the sEmociopaths that Bmscare me
DNot the Emfall of my Bmlocal bank
DAt least they're Emonly burninBmg money
And they won't be Alaughing as they're chopping Bmoff my Ghands
[Pre-Chorus]
DOne day, I'll Emlearn how to box Bmclever
DAnd beat the pEmast back in its pBmlace
DI'll never get Emrid of this false enBmdeavour
But I'll wipe the Agrin off its dirty Bmlittle Gface
Oh, I'll wipe the Agrin off its dirty Bmlittle Gface
[Chorus]
GWhy wait 'til the summertime Bm
EmJust to say goodbye?
BmYou're so inAfuriating
G(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
GWhy wait 'til the summertime Bm
EmTo hand me a P45?
BmWas I that inAfuriating?
GWas I that infuriating?
[Post-Chorus]
God Bmknows that I Adon't Ghate you
But one Bmday, I must Alearn Ghow to
And the Bmnext, I'll Alearn exactGly how to put up a fight.
[Instrumental]
D Em Bm Bm
D Em Bm A
[Verse 2]
DIt's not the EmIlluminati that Bmscares me
DIt's the people furEmther down in theBm ranks
DThe creatures like Emyou that are so controBmlling
As to lead a AGod-fearing boy out the Bmdevil'sG pack
Why would you lead a AGod-fearing boy out the Bmdevil'sG pack?
[Chorus]
GWhy wait 'til the summertime Bm
EmJust to say goodbye?
BmYou're so inAfuriating
G(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
GWhy wait 'til the summertime Bm
EmTo deflate my legal high?
BmWas I that inAfuriating?
GWas I that infuriating?
[Instrumental]
D G Bm
D G Bm
[Pre-Chorus]
DOne day, I'll Emlearn how to box Bmclever
DAnd beat tEmhe wrongdoers awaBmy
DI'll wear no mEmask or tight polyBmester
But you can rest assuAred, I'll be on a little-Bmcaped crusadGe
Oh, you can rest assuAred, I'll be on my littleBm-caped crusaGde
[Chorus]
GWhy wait 'til the summertime Bm
EmJust to say goodbye?
BmYou're so inAfuriating
G(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
GWhy wait 'til the summertime Bm
EmTo hand me a P45?
BmWas I that inAfuriating?
GWas I that infuriating?
BmOh-oh, oh-oh, Aoh-oh, oh-oh, Goh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
BmOh-oh, oh-oh, Aoh-oh, oh-oh, Goh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
[Post-Chorus]
God Bmknows that I Adon't Ghate you
But one Bmday, I must Alearn Ghow to
And the Bmnext, I'll Alearn exactGly how to put up a fight.