Tom: G
Introdução: G G7 G G7
G
It's ten past four in the morning
G7 C
My minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Am
Maybe the lights are to bright
C G G7
Maybe it's the amphetamine that i took last night
G
I haven't moved for an hour
G7 C
This attic is cold, smells strongly of turpentine
Am
But i don't mind
C G G7
Cause i'm hoping the fumes might eventually send me to sleep
Em
My eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
C
Of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
Em
With cheap whiskey which says on the label
C
Distilled in kentucky but bottled in birkenhead
G
This kind of thing makes me smile to myself
C
Everyday when the world spins around in my shell
G Em C
It's all in good time, all in bad health
G Em C G G7
It's all in good time, all in bad health
verse 2
G
Just sit here drifting
G7 C
Through the realms of the sick, be unwell
Am
I'm on tender hooks
C G G7
And i'm looking quite pale but still got my dashing good looks
G
It's ten past four in the morning
G7 C
My minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Am
Maybe the lights are to bright
C G G7
Maybe it's the amphetamine that i took last night
Em
My eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
C
Of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
Em
With cheap whiskey which says on the label
C
Distilled in kentucky but bottled in birkenhead
G
This kind of thing makes me smile to myself
C
Everyday when the worlds spins around in my shell
G Em C
It's all in good time, all in bad health
G Em C G G7
It's all in good time, all in bad health