Los Campesinos! – For Whom The Belly Tolls (Guitar)

Bb           Dm                        F                C
May I have a moment please, before the guillotine, to lament on her wet hair

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Tousled over her left shoulder wearing a Corfu t-shirt she took as her nightwear

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I could slip on my own salt sobs seeking the cold embrace of the fridge freezer aisle

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Catwalk into the dog pound, now with my flesh wounds dressed to spring-summer style

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls

            F                     C
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls

            F                    C
For who all time ticks by until one joke becomes old

Bb              Dm                        F                C
There is beauty in the world, I've been told by people I've nothing but trust in

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Piled up with the cotton buds, among the toothpicks, inside the dark of the dustbin

Bb                 Dm                        F                      C
Waited outside of "Jersey Boys" for what seemed like a year, a life lived in the vestibule

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Scout yourself as a one-man team, you're a one club man denied a testimonial

Gm              F
(No knot in the waistband)

F
Persuade me to give up and leave quietly

Gm             F
(No reason to grandstand)

F
File me alongside the obscene

Gm
It's 7:20 Monday morning

F
I look to the man with no suit for a warning

   Gm
If open to reason/collusion

        F
May the way that I go be regrettable, gruesome

   C                                              Bb     Dm    C   F
In exchange for one thing: "I beg do not take me today"

F                       Bb       Dm       C        F
Babbling "please let me stay"

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls

            F                     C
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls

            F                    C
For who all time ticks by until one joke becomes old

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls

            F                     C
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls

F               C
For whom the belly tolls