Chords for The Fall - Eat Y'Self Fitter (1983)

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_ I'm in the manager trade, got a new job today.
Stick the cretin, the number three lave.
_ Out _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ of town, to a HM club, sign at a cross.
No couple well dressed, they looked at my coat, they looked at my hair.
I need to write [A] a coup, grab [C] the edge of my coat.
Said you're too smart for here, said I'll see the manager.
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He was the manager.
[Ab] Eat yourself, mister.
Up the [Gm] stairs, mister.
Eat yourself, [C] better. _ _ _ _ _
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_ Analytics I've got, my type worked out.
Analytics on me, the poison render.
I grow for a bout, and when I go out, my mind splits.
My eyes got first, the musical chairs.
I've been swallowed up by a cuddly group.
A land and rub off, a hope being that.
Whatever it is, a land and rub off. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ I met a hero of mine, I shook his hand.
Trapped in the door, mother boot, I'll tell ya. _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] Charmed to meet [E] ya.
Eat yourself, [G] better.
Up the stairs, mister.
[C] Eat yourself, better. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Became a recluse, I bought a computer, set it up in the home.
I lose a big one on the screen.
Saw the holy ghost, I swear, on the screen.
_ Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ [C] _ _ What's a computer?
_ Eat yourself, better.
[E] What's a computer?
[F] Eat yourself, [C] better. _ _
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_ _ _ _ The Kevin Ass scene, south of France.
Fourth [F] Velvet, I'm back, I'm back.
[C] I'm back, I'm [F] back.
I'll leave ice Fridays, drink holidays.
Clarence Muricus, Clarence Muricus.
Clarence Muricus, Clarence [Am] Muricus.
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[A] Mister, _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
mister, _ _ _ _ _ mister.
_ _ _ Don't wanna be, _ _ _ _ don't wanna be a mister.
_ _ Don't wanna be a mister. _
_ _ Don't wanna be a mister. _
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_ _ [Fm] _ Pick the fleas, mister.
[Dm] Eat yourself, better.
[Bb] Eat yourself, better.
_ [C] Eat yourself, better. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Who tells you what?
Tape on your bitch, ya.
How do you know?
The pokes you miss.
And what's that nose you single out at?
What do you do in the rental zone?
And your bottom rack is full of this.
Of programs you will hate.
Look at the way they act.
To those sheer delights.
Cardboard copyright, make it right.
Panic at Saddam.
Panic at Warthog.
Panic at Granada Land.
Panic all over by the regi-type cheaters.
My delights, my starry [Am] nights.
The power that be, I'll have to meet.
I have no choice but to.
_ _ _ [Em] _ Eat each other.
Eat yourself, better.
Eat [D] each other.
Eat [C] yourself, better. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Partway and with good grace.
The secret straight back.
Olga entered.
With brain ablaze.
In all the dreams.
It has conjured.
It has conjured.
It has conjured.
It has conjured. _ _ _ _
_ _ The victim. _ _ _
_ _ The [A] victim.
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[A] _ [C] The [A] victim.
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Don't wanna be a victim. _ _ _
Don't wanna be a victim.
_ _ Don't wanna be a victim.
_ _ Don't wanna be a victim. _ _ _ _ _
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The centimeter square.
[D] [E] Eat yourself, better.
[D] Said it purged [Db] fear.
[C] Eat yourself, better.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ The
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_ _ confidence of Henry _ Glasspants.
[Db] _ _ Good evening.
I'm a Sudan Arab agent. _
_ In the pay of Bazdad. _
Kim Wilde doesn't get out to see many _ gigs.
_ For the sun eats low-fat spread.
_ _ Crazy normal about the stray cats. _
After a feast of tinned tomatoes and cod.
_ _ The ginger radio bully sausage spitefully refuses to play us.
_ _ Mark E.
Smith. _ _ _ _ _ _ _