Fuck Ups chords with lyrics by The Holloways - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

The Holloways – Fuck Ups chords

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[Intro]
A A D E x2

[Verse]
A D ELook, here comes another man with another sorry story to tell
A D EAnd you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to Hell
AWell, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same
D EOf torturous debauchery form his wife's little games
ALeave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone
D EBut you're gonna bury me with your tales of misery
[Bridge]
F#mAnd when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
D E F#mI know full well I shouldn't I don't know if I will
F#mOr I won't, will I do what I don't?
D ENothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
D EI am getting desperate as I am getting poor
[Chorus]
CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
AWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
F GI think they're killing me with their grim reality
[Verse]
A D ELook, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's
A D EAnd he has drunk so much alcohol he can no longer get a hard-on
ANot that he'd ever get a chance to use it
D EWomen are intelligent and he is stupid
A D ELost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his blues away
[Bridge]
F#mAnd when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
D E F#mI know full well I shouldn't I don't know if I will
F#mOr I won't, will I do what I don't?
D ENothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
[Chorus]
CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
AWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
F GI think they're killing me with their grim reality
[Solo] B B A A D E x6 [Verse]
A D EWell, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says
A"My family's gonna take over this council estate
D EIf we keep on giving birth at this rate
A D EI could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five
A D EAnd I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive
D EI don't care if I'm dead or alive."
[Chorus]
CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
AWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
F GI think they're killing me with their grim reality
AAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
D EIf your life is going wrong, you better sing along
AAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
D E(You fucked up fuck ups!)
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