Chords for Madness - Herbert (Lyric Video)

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[Bm] She was [Em] further [Bm] than her father, [E] but I was really [Bm] rather _ [Em] partial to the [Bm] way, to [Em] the way she took her [D] stand.
She [Am] glanced over [Bm] his shoulder, _ [Em] urging me to be [Am] bolder.
I subtly [Bm] tried to push [E] past her old man.
_ _ But he stepped [Bm] sideways firmly, [E] a propful look from Burnley.
I felt like [Bm] I walked into [E] a brittle wall.
He [A] menacingly whispered, [Bm] Sonny Jim, I [Em] know exactly [Am] where you've been.
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Stop now [Bm] or believe me, you [Em] will fall.
_ [C] She was the [Em] preacher's daughter, [Bm] a rugby [Em]-playing porter, [C]
who'd [Em] become a wealthy [Am] hotelier.
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Before [Em] he got the calling that fuels his stonewalling, [A] he wants [Bm] to put me on [Em] my derriere.
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Oh yeah, [Em] the wages of sin, [Bm] there's a big fat bloke [B] trying to do me in.
[Bm] Well I can't hide, [Em] and I can't run, [D] he's chasing [A] me round [Em] with an old shotgun.
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [C] Well [Em] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#] _ [E] it was some [Bm] time later, [E] I overheard [Bm] her painter, [E]
holding [Bm] forth unsplendidly well-oiled.
_ [Am] Well well, as [Bm] muckless glass, [Em] I'll tell you [Am] now, no lust of mine [Bm] will be sullied [Em] or despoiled.
_ Briar Rotten, [Bm] Little Herbert, [Em] My Princess made of Sherbet,
And Lavender [Bm] my Cupcake [Em] Cuckoo-tube.
[Bm] _ [Am] My chances [Bm] getting slimmer, [Em] My hopes [Am] were growing dimmer,
So I kept her, [Bm] And I took her [Em] in the loo.
_ Oh, she [C] was the Peach's daughter, [Bm] And I really [Em] did an alter,
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I've taken [Em] her and done [Am] what I have done.
He [F#] wants to take me [Em] to the cleaners, [Bm] For previous [Em] _ [Am] misdemeanours,
And get [Bm] me at the [E] Yarwicky Shotgun, _ [Am] And take me [Bm] at the [Em] Yarwicky Shotgun.
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Oh, yeah, [Em] the wages of sin, [Bm] There's a big fat blub [B] trying to do me in.
[Bm] Well, I can't hide, [Em] And I can't run,
[D] He's chasing [A] me round [Em] with an old shotgun.
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Yeah, yeah, [Em] the wages of sin,
[Bm] There's a big fat blub [B] trying to do me in.
[Bm] Well, I can't hide, [Em] And I can't run,
[D] He's chasing [A] me round with [Em] an old shotgun. _ _
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