King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – Rats In The Sky (Guitar)

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I'd rather be amongst the clouds

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Elevated, elevated in the sky

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Don't care too much, yeah, for the ground

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Elevated rats in the sky

A   G   A             G
Liquid gurgling coos (coo)

C#           B
My neck is bobbing like a bobble head

C#                    B
From a high-rise city view apartment

A  G   A         G
Rainbow oil pile, greasy sheen

C#                 B
Never been wild, never been that tame

C#                B
Internal compass paves the way

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I'd rather be amongst the clouds

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Elevated, elevated in the sky

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Don't care too much, yeah, for the ground

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Elevated rats in the sky

A      G         A       G
I'm so goddamn filthy (filthy)

C#                     B                  C#      B
Am I a pet or is this man tryin' to kill me? (Kill me)

A                            G
Take my little hood off and set me free (ba-da-da)

A                                  G
So I can join the other feathered rats at the bar (ba-da-da)

C#                              B
There's the garbage man with a scar on his heart (ba-da-da)

C#                           B                        E
Primordial reasons got me thinking that we're not so far apart

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Not so far

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Filth rats in the sky

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Not so far apart (ah)

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Skyborne rats don't lie

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I'm making a detour by the pub

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To eat a little lunch and take a load off

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The garbage man knows we're a symbiotic duo

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Look out for the cat named Bruno

E                B    D      A  E           B   D    A
Bread crusts are my banquet,    puddles are my wine

E           B  D        A    E         B   D    A
I revel in the present, each moment, a lifetime

C             A#            C               A#
I need only flap my wings and I'm where I want to be

C                A#           C         A#
This cruel city that I love, my crumb kingdom

C                A#    C                    A#
Doesn't Planet Earth look good from this perch?

C            A#  C         A#
Rats in the sky eat, fly, survive (whoo!)

C               A#
Their mind is miles from their bodies

C                   A#
Forgot the joy of simply being

C                    A#
They miss the magic of the mundane

C                  A#
The way raindrops race down windowpanes

C                  A#
Always hurrying, never arriving

C                          A#
Nothing truly dangerous, nothing surprising

C              A#
Liberated by wings, unburdened by worry

C                                 A#
Forgot the destination but enjoyed the journey (whoo!)

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Joke's on you (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop)

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You stupid men (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop)

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I just went to the costume shop (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop)

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And bought myself some wings (scooby-doo-wop, doo-)