Subbuteo

[E]Hello, my chum
It's me and I'm banging on your door   [C#m]
It's been f[B]ar too long
Since we set the leaves alight down on the fl[A]oor

I've r[E]eturned for a while
To the concrete that once claimed my knees  [C#m]
And the st[B]ones my hands owned
As I sent them toward windows and tr[A]ees

Towering t[F#m]rees
Towering tr[B]ees     [B7]              [E]

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[E]There are bangers in the wheely bins
Lazer pens shone through the glass [C#m]
And [B]BB after BB fired
From behind the wall beyond the gr[A]ass

And though bo[E]ots met my face
And knuckles cracked me black as coal   [C#m]
I care n[B]ot for the mindless
Who poked fear at my sorry soul  [A]

My s[F#m]oul
My so[B]ul      [B7]

And I miss the r[E]ain on the roof
Pitstop paths and whistling streams[C#m]
I miss the Cold[B]stream chips
The red subbuteo team painted gr[A]een

[E]Built on back fields,
It seemed a thorn in my child [C#m]side
Instead became a gr[B]it-soaked playground
Where the propers and the poor col[A]lide

Oh, it mi[E]ght sound dull
But dull's sometimes all we have  [C#m]
Yeah, it mi[B]ght sound dull
But dull's all we ever ha[A]ve

Sometimes [E]I talk with the meter
Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl [C#m]
Who cares; we're a[B]ll just trying to float
While everyth[B]ing seems set to f[A]all

So [F#m]hard
S[B]o hard  [B7]

Ending is based around the main chords. To achieve end drum effect play 'C
then into fret noise in time with the drum.