Los Campesinos! – Holy Smoke 2005 (Guitar)

Capo 4
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As recorded by Los Campesinos! (From the 2024 Album ALL HELL) [Intro] G D G Em D G Em D Bm G Em D [Verse 1]
         G      Em               D             Bm
From the other side of gender-neutral bathroom stall

 Bm
(Of all the assholes in this town...)

    G                Em             D
"Of all the assholes in this town I hate him most of all"

D
(... I hate him most of all)

G           Em           D             Bm
Every vodka mixer in the club was not enough

    G                    Em              D
Nowadays it's Live Laugh Love and listen to Death From Above
[Pre-Chorus 1]
G                D  A D G                                   A       Bm
Forward, morning after, cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bath tub

            G                 A
Between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick

        Bm               G              Em
Hearing your name in the chorus left me prostrate in the pit
[Chorus]
D                G               Bm    F#m
There is nothing here to set the scenе

   G       D               Bm          F#m
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy

G          D    Bm            F#m
You'rе the only thought in my head

G          D    Bm               A
You're the only thought I've got left in my head
[Verse 2]
             G               Em                          D               Bm
Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids, sure they'll grow to be good leftists

            G                  Em                 D
Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with

    G                  Em                 D                    Bm
But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy

G               Em             D
No children and no profession, walking dead at 37
[Pre-Chorus 2]
G                A      G                            A
Forward, morning after, naked if not for two blister plasters

Bm         G                           A
She held a cold can of Summer Fruits between her warm thighs

      Bm               G                  Em
Condensation glistens, sweat beads drip into my eyes

      Bm            G
She's turning me to God no joke

Em
Mother, daughter, holy smoke!
[Out-Chorus]
D                G               Bm    F#m
There is nothing here to set the scenе

   G       D               Bm          F#m
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy

G          D    Bm            F#m
You'rе the only thought in my head

G          D    Bm               A
You're the only thought I've got left in my head