Dead Leg
Admiral FallowVersion1
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You have grown up.
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
And with annual courtroom ties,
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
And as for love;
Oh God, you farce.
Taught and brought up on your verse.
Breaking rank deserves a curse.
Go home now son.
I've forbidden what you love.
Break your own glass with your glove.
So you make blue the air.
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
Swear to brutalise his wench,
Burn some holes into his floor,
Maybe petrol bomb his door.
Maybe not.
Maybe not.
'Cause that's youth today;
They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
Or is it pressure from you peers?
As the cries fall on deaf ears.
What have I done?
What have I done?
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Readable chord sheet for Dead Leg by Admiral Fallow
[C#m]You have[A] grown u[E]p. [A] Smoke-stack sh[E]adows in your ey[A]es. And with ann[E]ual courtroom ti[A]es, Cigare[E]tte burns in your clo[A]thes, Sugar sp[E]oons and frozen to[A]es. [C#m]And as f[A]or lo[E]ve; [A] [E] [A] [C#m]Oh God,[A] you farce.[E] [A] Taught and b[E]rought up on your v[A]erse. Breaking ra[E]nk deserves a cu[A]rse. [E]Go home [A]now so[E]n. I've for[E]bidden what you lo[A]ve. Break your o[E]wn glass with your glo[A]ve. [F#m] [A] [C#m] So you ma[E]ke blu[A]e the air. [E] [A] And with ha[E]nds, in pockets, cl[A]enched; Swear to br[E]utalise his we[A]nch, Burn some h[E]oles into his fl[A]oor, Maybe p[E]etrol bomb his d[A]oor. [F#m]Maybe not. [E]Maybe not. [C#m]'Cause that's youth t[E]oday; [A] They will f[E]all on any[A]one in the na[E]me of having f[A]un Or is it pre[E]ssure from you pe[A]ers? As the c[E]ries fall on deaf e[A]ars. What have I d[F#m]one? What have I do[E]ne? [A] [E] [A]