Artist: Antileyes
The North looked run[G]down C
Just like it does in British films
Oh and it rai[G]ned so hard C
From Wolverhampton into the Chiltern Hills
And in an uni[G]nsured old Ford
We drove into The Smoke
Across a cr[C]owded Camden bar
We met Theodore and the label bloke
And he looked six[G]teen and a half
A sickly schoolboy face
Without a tr[C]ace of time
[D]I sold my only popsong, to the boy from EMI
Who fid[C]dled with his scarf, licked his lips when he told lies
[D]I sold my only popsong for a handshake and a line
But som[C]ething in my heart, weighed so heavy on my mind
[G]
[A] London montage [C]
Just like they do in British films
And they would ch[G]ange our parts C
Trim down the intro and lose those rock drum fills
And on a bal[G]cony we shared
A menthol cigarette
He'd drove a v[C]an for Prefab Sprout
He'd wrote a press release for Wet Wet Wet
We stood gor[G]mless all the while
Like four sheet metal workers sons
We had no pl[C]ace or style
[D]I sold my only popsong, yeah they just pointed where to sign
We'd wre[C]stled with our art and we'd wrestled with our time
[D]I sold my only popsong, to the lads from EMI
One h[C]ad a thin moustache, the other had thin eyes
And they wore T[G]weeeeeeeeeeed [C]
And it went o[G]h oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
C (Repeat until end // listen to song for timing)
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Just like it does in British films
Oh and it rai[G]ned so hard C
From Wolverhampton into the Chiltern Hills
And in an uni[G]nsured old Ford
We drove into The Smoke
Across a cr[C]owded Camden bar
We met Theodore and the label bloke
And he looked six[G]teen and a half
A sickly schoolboy face
Without a tr[C]ace of time
[D]I sold my only popsong, to the boy from EMI
Who fid[C]dled with his scarf, licked his lips when he told lies
[D]I sold my only popsong for a handshake and a line
But som[C]ething in my heart, weighed so heavy on my mind
[G]
[A] London montage [C]
Just like they do in British films
And they would ch[G]ange our parts C
Trim down the intro and lose those rock drum fills
And on a bal[G]cony we shared
A menthol cigarette
He'd drove a v[C]an for Prefab Sprout
He'd wrote a press release for Wet Wet Wet
We stood gor[G]mless all the while
Like four sheet metal workers sons
We had no pl[C]ace or style
[D]I sold my only popsong, yeah they just pointed where to sign
We'd wre[C]stled with our art and we'd wrestled with our time
[D]I sold my only popsong, to the lads from EMI
One h[C]ad a thin moustache, the other had thin eyes
And they wore T[G]weeeeeeeeeeed [C]
And it went o[G]h oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
C (Repeat until end // listen to song for timing)
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
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