Chumbawamba – Hull Or Hell (Guitar)

     G           C
Of larks trains windows and brooks

      G                    C
The poet he writes it all down in his book

 G                           C
Won't meet your eye but he wants you to look

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

  G                       C
Lambs in the winter and swans in the spring

  G                             C
Children at play they're like birds on the wing

         G                       C
And the poet he writes that the sun seems to swing

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

  G                       C
Away from the world and away from the page

  G                    C
Hidden in corners the gathering of age

      G                         C
Retreats to the wings where he once held the stage

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

     G                           C
The dirt and the filth that we don't get to see

    G                       C
That's eating his language away

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This yellow-eyed nastiness hides from the light of the day

     G                    C
Resenting the everyday growing so old

         G                       C
Where winter once pictured as flowers in fold

          G                    C
Turned frosty and bitter and weathered and cold

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

     G                            C
His housemaid she tried but the dirt grew so fast

           G               C
The darkest of colours he nailed to the mast

   G                          C
Stuck in his ways like he's stuck in the past