Chords for Arctic Monkeys - Fright Lined Dining Room
Tempo:
126.2 bpm
Chords used:
B
Bm
Em
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[B]
[A#m]
[A#] [B]
[A#] [Bm]
[F#]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
[Em] [G]
[B] [Bm] I'm dancing in our laps before the more familiar chaps who know the curtain [Em] leads to fever.
[B] We watch the [E] womanizer crying [B] in the last sip you and [F#] I declared we might [E] require a breather.
[B] I [F#] am the truth to truant I confine excitement [G] fluently as solid as [E] a campus [B] chump.
With wealth presenting merry men to nine who all too well I should [F#] unbraid the key [E] of in the lock.
And the tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining room throw a gaze
towards that well laid [Bm] feast.
[A] [C] [G]
[E] [Bm] [G]
[Em] [F#]
[E] [B] The days drag [E] their heels when you're not there [B] to crack [E] the whip.
[B] I'm the weak to wait [Em] to burst like a samishay of thrusts.
[B] The old [Em] pantomime [B] villain follows my coach [Em] and he hides where it [Em] hides and he [G] spies through [C] [C#] the slants.
And [Bm] meanwhile in the desert zoning costume shop the cowls hang and wait to rot away the
identities of the [B] willy.
[C] [B]
[B] [C]
Slant bites of sugar in the night rocketing shut the door [Bm] despite the shop not [B] opening for hours.
You can't it flap and whistle [Bm] and try to avoid the top as I scribbled over dribble you were
slurring [G] showing off.
[B]
[C]
[B]
The tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining [E] room throw a gaze
towards [Bm] that well laid feast.
[G] [Em] [C#]
[A#m]
[A#] [B]
[A#] [Bm]
[F#]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
[Em] [G]
[B] [Bm] I'm dancing in our laps before the more familiar chaps who know the curtain [Em] leads to fever.
[B] We watch the [E] womanizer crying [B] in the last sip you and [F#] I declared we might [E] require a breather.
[B] I [F#] am the truth to truant I confine excitement [G] fluently as solid as [E] a campus [B] chump.
With wealth presenting merry men to nine who all too well I should [F#] unbraid the key [E] of in the lock.
And the tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining room throw a gaze
towards that well laid [Bm] feast.
[A] [C] [G]
[E] [Bm] [G]
[Em] [F#]
[E] [B] The days drag [E] their heels when you're not there [B] to crack [E] the whip.
[B] I'm the weak to wait [Em] to burst like a samishay of thrusts.
[B] The old [Em] pantomime [B] villain follows my coach [Em] and he hides where it [Em] hides and he [G] spies through [C] [C#] the slants.
And [Bm] meanwhile in the desert zoning costume shop the cowls hang and wait to rot away the
identities of the [B] willy.
[C] [B]
[B] [C]
Slant bites of sugar in the night rocketing shut the door [Bm] despite the shop not [B] opening for hours.
You can't it flap and whistle [Bm] and try to avoid the top as I scribbled over dribble you were
slurring [G] showing off.
[B]
[C]
[B]
The tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining [E] room throw a gaze
towards [Bm] that well laid feast.
[G] [Em] [C#]
Key:
B
Bm
Em
E
G
B
Bm
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] I'm dancing in our laps before the more familiar chaps who know the curtain [Em] leads to fever.
[B] _ We watch the [E] womanizer crying [B] in the last sip you and [F#] I declared we might [E] require a breather.
[B] _ I [F#] am the truth to truant I confine excitement [G] fluently as solid as [E] a campus [B] chump.
_ With wealth presenting merry men to nine who all too well I should [F#] unbraid the key [E] of in the lock.
And the tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining room throw a gaze
towards that well laid [Bm] feast.
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] The days drag [E] their heels when you're not there [B] to crack [E] the whip.
[B] I'm the weak to wait [Em] to burst like a _ samishay of thrusts.
[B] The old _ [Em] pantomime [B] villain _ follows my coach [Em] and he hides where it [Em] hides and he [G] spies through [C] [C#] the slants.
And [Bm] meanwhile in the desert zoning costume shop the cowls hang and wait to rot away the
identities of the [B] willy. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Slant bites of sugar in the night rocketing shut the door [Bm] despite the shop not [B] opening for hours.
You can't it flap and whistle [Bm] and try to avoid the top as I scribbled over dribble you were
slurring [G] showing off.
_ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ The tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining [E] room throw a gaze
towards [Bm] that well laid feast.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] I'm dancing in our laps before the more familiar chaps who know the curtain [Em] leads to fever.
[B] _ We watch the [E] womanizer crying [B] in the last sip you and [F#] I declared we might [E] require a breather.
[B] _ I [F#] am the truth to truant I confine excitement [G] fluently as solid as [E] a campus [B] chump.
_ With wealth presenting merry men to nine who all too well I should [F#] unbraid the key [E] of in the lock.
And the tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining room throw a gaze
towards that well laid [Bm] feast.
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] The days drag [E] their heels when you're not there [B] to crack [E] the whip.
[B] I'm the weak to wait [Em] to burst like a _ samishay of thrusts.
[B] The old _ [Em] pantomime [B] villain _ follows my coach [Em] and he hides where it [Em] hides and he [G] spies through [C] [C#] the slants.
And [Bm] meanwhile in the desert zoning costume shop the cowls hang and wait to rot away the
identities of the [B] willy. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Slant bites of sugar in the night rocketing shut the door [Bm] despite the shop not [B] opening for hours.
You can't it flap and whistle [Bm] and try to avoid the top as I scribbled over dribble you were
slurring [G] showing off.
_ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ The tomb of flister faith revealing silken fits in the pipeline dining [E] room throw a gaze
towards [Bm] that well laid feast.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _