Goth On Our Side
Half Man Half BiscuitVersion1
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Well my name it is Dai Young
Im the King of Welsh Goth
The village I come from
Is near Aber-soch
I was brought up on Bauhaus
And black bedroom walls
And I had my first Snakebite
When I was in halls
Now the graveyard is call-ing
The skys getting greyer
Ill drink the warm blood of
The Borough Surveyor
And Ill murder the verger
Ive seen how he gawps
And Ill write on his headstone:
Here lies Jones the Corpse
Now my overweight girlfriend
She sits and she crimps
Her mothers convinced shes
Communing with imps
Her brothers alright though
Hes a good lad is Wilf
Cos hes into Plac-ebo
And Cradle Of Filth
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At my gig up in Butlins
The Redcoats complained
They tried to remove me
The bottles they rained
But for the first time in history
I didnt run and hide
And the scousers in shellsuits
Had goths on their side
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Now this Land Of My Fathers
It dont suit my needs
Id rather be some place
Like Bradford or Leeds
Where the Gipton teenagers
Could meet in my shed
For advice on mascara
And all things undead
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Now my left index finger
Is nine inches long
Its hovering over
A world thats gone wrong
Ask me to Prestatyn
And thats what Ill do
And well all die together
And Dylan can sue
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Readable chord sheet for Goth On Our Side by Half Man Half Biscuit
[C]Well my name it is D[F]ai Youn[G]g [F]Im the King of Welsh G[C]oth T[C]he village I come from I[F]s near Aber-[G]soch [C]I was brought up on [F]Bauhau[G]s [F]And black bedroom wa[C]lls [C]And I had my first S[F]nakebit[G]e [F]When I was in hal[C]ls [C]Now the graveyard is [F]call-i[G]ng [F]The skys getting gre[C]yer [C]Ill drink the warm blood of [F]The Borough Surve[G]yor [C]And Ill murder the [F]verge[G]r [F]Ive seen how he gaw[C]ps [C]And Ill write on his h[F]eadsto[G]ne: [F]Here lies Jones the Cor[C]pse [C]Now my overweight gi[F]rlfrie[G]nd [F]She sits and she crim[C]ps [C]Her mothers convinced shes [F]Communing with im[G]ps [C]Her brothers alrig[F]ht thou[G]gh [F]Hes a good lad is Wi[C]lf [C]Cos hes into P[F]lac-eb[G]o [F]And Cradle Of Fi[C]lth ( [C], [F], [G], [F], [C], [F], [G]) At my gig up in Butlins The Redcoats complained They tried to remove me The bottles they rained But for the first time in history I didnt run and hide And the scousers in shellsuits Had goths on their side ( [C], [F], [G], [F], [C], [F], [G]) Now this Land Of My Fathers It dont suit my needs Id rather be some place Like Bradford or Leeds Where the Gipton teenagers Could meet in my shed For advice on mascara And all things undead ( [C], [F], [G], [F], [C], [F], [G]) Now my left index finger Is nine inches long Its hovering over A world thats gone wrong Ask me to Prestatyn And thats what Ill do And well all die together And Dylan can sue