Bomb the Music Industry! – Cant Complain (Ukulele)

E       D#/E   A
Wake up, start running for your life.

         E               D#/E
Fill the tumbler with the coffee

         A                        C#m G#m
Feed the cat and hit the lights.

A                                                C#m G#m
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you.

A
The steps are keeping time.

    E G#m A
But I      can't complain.

           E               G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.

           A
I've got a bottle for the pain.

           C#m                  B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down

F#m   A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.

                 E D#/E A x2
I can't complain.

E     D#/E         A
Someone will start nipping at your heels.

      E                        D#/E
Panic pumps blood through your knees

         A                       C#M G#m
But they don't care how you feel.

A                                                 C#M G#m
The little fuckers chewing through the plastic;

A
They're gonna do you in.

    E G#m A
But I      can't complain.

           E               G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.

           A
I've got a bottle for the pain.

           C#m                  B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down

F#m   A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.

                 E D#/E A x2  F#m G#m
I can't complain.

A F#m G#m
And I'm sorry the things I touch, I always damage.

A                                       E D#/E
And I'm sorry I always act like I can't manage

A                                              E D#/E
To stop the fuckers chewing through the fabric.

A
They're gonna do me in.

    E G#m A
But I      can't complain.

           E               G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.

           A
I've got a bottle for the pain.

           C#m                  B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down

F#M   A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain. I can't complain.