Los Campesinos! – Too Many Flesh Suppers (Guitar)

           Am                     C
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,

G                   Em
by their hind legs just down from my road.

     Am                                C
You slit their bellies open left the knife inside,

         G                              Em
they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide.

                 Am
Do you feel the sweat drip?

                    C
Wake up when your hearts skips.

               G                             Em
4am you're screaming, 'Mother, swear I am a good kid'.

                  Am
I lean across to take the wheel,

                         C
whilst so far blisters form and heal,

                   G                                Em
compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again.

F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,

Am
Too many flesh suppers,

F                     G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,

F         Am
Too many flesh suppers,

F         Em
Too many scents linger.

Am                    C
You take the bed and I'll take the floor,

G                                Em        
I'll block the draft that comes under the door.

Am                       C
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes, 

G              Em
I overpack to keep out the cold.

F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,

Am
Too many flesh suppers,

F                     G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,

F         Am
Too many flesh suppers,

F         Em
Too many scents linger.

C                                   F
I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,

C                            Am                F
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line.

      C                           F
The power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,

               C                            Am          F
And said 'I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry'. 

     C                                     F
You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,

C                        Am
by giving Grandkids in return. 

      F        G Dm
You watch them die. 

C                        F
Through your declining eyes.

       G                Dm
My clandestine, broken cage,

C                                      Am        F
we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other way.