His Thunder
Little CometsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Im a mat and I still retain
Accumulated stories of the tawdry years
Ive been stamped out by rum-fuelled boots
The brute, us hiding under stairs.
Waiting for his thunder to hit
Waiting for his thunder and thinking is this it?
Waiting for his thunder to shout
Waiting for his thunder to tire itself out.
So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin
By his sublimations that reside within
For Im the truth, the two in ten
That suffer at the whims of the weakest men.
Waiting for his thunder
Each bruise I use as a chronicle of all that you gave me now
And every scar a reminder of the power that you had
The saddest part about the darkest hours
The implication that the fault was ours.
Waiting for his thunder
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Readable chord sheet for His Thunder by Little Comets
[F#m]Im a m[E]at and I[F#m] still ret[E]ain [F#m]Accumulated st[E]ories of the [C#m]tawdry years [F#m]Ive been stamped [E]out by r[F#m]um-fuelled[E] boots [F#m]The brute, us [E]hiding un[C#m]der stairs. Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r to [C#m]hit Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r and thinking [C#m]is this it? Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r to [C#m]shout Waiting for his t[A]hunde[E]r to [C#m]tire itself out. So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin By his sublimations that reside within For Im the truth, the two in ten That suffer at the whims of the weakest men. Waiting for his thunder [A]Each bruise I u[E]se as a ch[A]ronicle of a[E]ll that you ga[Fm]ve me now [A]And every sc[E]ar a remin[A]der of the p[E]ower that you [C#m]had The saddest part about the darkest hours The implication that the fault was ours. Waiting for his thunder