The Cribs – Shoot The Poets (Guitar)

C
Cut off your nose to spite your friends

Am
Breathing holes that will never end and

F             G             C
Speak all you want or just pretend

              C
Because she think she is a different class

      Am
So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh

F          G               C
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last

    Am                 G
But it's not what I've heard you know

  C                C/B
A picture speaks a thousand words

  F
But baby don't feel down

  G
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah

C
You sold your soul for magic beans

      Am
Don't believe all you read on computer screens

F                 G               C
These things they mean nothing to me

C
Ripped and stained, came off the track

Am
You go there once and you don't come back

F       G                          C
       "Good, that's what I say..."

   Am                  G
But it's not what I've heard you know it

C                C/B
Cut your losses, shoot the poets

   F
And one day you'll come down

  G
To find yourself in a provincial town

  Am                  G
But it's not what I've heard you know

  C                 C/B
A picture speaks a thousand words

    F
But baby don't feel down

    G
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah

   Am                   G
But it's not what I've heard you know it

C              C/B
Cut your losses, shoot the poets

    F
Or one day you'll come down

        G
Oh, to find yourself in a provincial town, yeah