Cardiacs – Vermin Mangle (Guitar)

F#    E7
Think of a way

F#                   E    D
Then always go the o-ther way

   F#        D E        F#        B   E
In customary e-venings, legendary mor-nings

F#          E             G          D
Louder than drums and sof-ter than a cloud

B      E     F#          D  E
Leaves being blowed away

F#   E7 F#                        E D
Hard as soft nails and knives and e-ven

F#              D    E F#               B   E
Harder than pul-ling a soldier off your sis-ter

F#             E               G          D   B  E   F# D  E
Hands were all shaking they're all of his fin-ge-ers .  .  .

F#       E7
Son stop staring yond

F#                         E    D
If you look your eyes will grow germs

    F#              D   E     F#                   B   E
You can't pick them up 'cause they're glued to the flo-or

F#         E            G            D   B    E   F#         D  E
Made it un-kind (not mo-ney) for not sta-ring all day at the-em

F#  E7  F#                   E   D
And has your mother sold her man-gle

F#              D   E    F#           B   E   F#
Last time I did saw her, she was in a dre-eam dress

        E             G           D   B     E    F#       D     E
Playing with flies in the weeping wil-lows' dank dark  .  ditch

F#        E7
So not so perfect

F#                   E  D F#            D  E       F#          B    E
But seeing as how it is a funny kind of ap-ple who practices e-very day

        F#         E           G          D    B   E  F#  D  E F#      E7
There’s room for a big forgive and a surp-rise and ad-ven-tu-u-ures...

F#          E7
And what ad-ventures

F#               E    D
And all only for feat are

F#              D    E
They building a long slide

F#           B    E
And along it they glide

F#         E          G         D
Danger all around and without a sound

B     E  F#  D      E
Bound on the ground

F# E7         F#                    E  D
I  am the_git that walks all by him-se-elf

F#               D  E
Your bargain was by me

    F#           B    E
All places are a-like to me

 F#        E               G            D  B     E  F# D   E
"How did I get here?" said I, who can’t be-lieve me-e  eye

F#            E7
Hands are all shaking

F#                  E   D
That out all of his fin-gers

F#                  D   E
Hands they were all sha-king

F#              B   E
Then all of his fin-gers

F#             E               G          D   B  E
Hands were all shaking they're all of his fin-ge-ers

F#    D  E
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F#    E7
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