Chords for The Rumjacks - Blows & Unkind Words (Official Video)

[C#] _ Ah, now come fellow [F#] traveller, bend [C#] an ear toward me _
_ [F#] Come cease [C#] all your rabble [G#] and row _ All _ _ [C#] your shrill empty laughter [F#] is slicing
[C#] right through me _ _ [F#] And there's [C#] feckle so funny, [G#] no never [C#] know
_ how _ _ _ [F#] Yet as well tell the devil _ [C#] his work is _ complete
We'll [F#] sing, share the love, [C#] but we can't share the [G#]
streets _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] It's the kick in the arse, _ [F#] it's the kiss [C#] on the cheek
_ _ _ It's the blows [G#] and the unkind _
_ [C#] words _ _ _ _ _
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_ Ah, my conscience [F#] rings like a silver [C#] bell [F#] And I can waltz like [C#] a [G#] dervish, my dear
_ [C#] Tooth roots roll a gravel [F#] through ya, [C#] blazing hell with a shit [G#] smeared grin from [C#] ear to
ear _ Some hearts are like [F#] lightning in a bottle
And others like a muffin [G#] in a can [C#] Some _ [F#] hearts are a dead [C#] sea apple, a poison
[G#] to Jordan [C#] man
[F#] I'm the sweet spider [C#] ass that you've ever seen [F#] I look like trouble [C#] and I won't [G#] let you kick
[C#] Ah, it's my thing, I [F#] can waffle [C#] and I can sing of all the blows
[G#] And [C#] unkind words
_ You get around, [F#] you're a dragon on the grind Like life's gone pissing [G#] in your mints
[C#] Burned up a lid as a child, [F#] I've ran [C#] into the wild And been blaming [G#] every fucker [C#] ever since _
[F#] We're all born blind, [C#] but we're born with a spine
So [F#] I'll get off the stuff, hating [C#] all the [G#] world
I [C#] like to call it night to me, cause it's growing out To see through all the blows, [G#] and [C#] unkind words
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_ Ah, get back to your corners, [F#] you filthy wee [C#] _ savages _ No [F#] terror [C#] hast thou for the [G#] _
brave
_ _ We [C#] are four letter words, [F#] all at three second [C#] intervals _ _ Two [F#] _ [C#] clicks away [G#] from a frosty [C#] old grave _ _ _
If [F#] you're spoiling to [C#] rumble, then piss off to war [F#] And for all your [C#] trouble, get heavy, [G#] and _ home
_ _ For _ _ [C#] we staunch, fit and proud, [F#] and we'll suffer [C#] no more
_ You're [G#] both _ [C#] unkind _ words _ _ _
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_ [C#] _ _ _ I'll let the future little [F#] shites ride away [C#] their lonely nights Saying all they would and care about [G#] like a day
[C#] But trust your mistake, I'll find a cure for all the hate That I can find, and [G#] need to vulgar [C#] even pray
But dang, dang, Daisy, go ahead, call me crazy But this shooting match could all be [G#] over soon
[C#] And the big fat dame with the foreign sounding name Is [G#] backstage, piling [C#] off the _ tune
[F#] You've a penny off a [C#] pine, let's get drunk and fuck [F#] around We'll fire ahead, the door [C#] against the [G#] wall
A [C#] kiss of life before you leave, cause it's growing on to breathe through all the blows [G#] I've done [C#] kind words
_ [F#] You've a penny off a [C#] pine, let's get drunk and fuck around [F#] We'll fire ahead, the door [C#] against the [G#] wall
I [C#] can't take another night of watching grown men fight To music [G#] made for teenage [C#] _ girls
I can't take another night of watching grown men fight To music made for teenage girls
_ [F#] You've a penny [C#] off a pine, let's get drunk and fuck around [F#] We'll fire ahead, the door against [C#] the [G#] wall
I [C#] can't take another night of [F#] watching grown [C#] men fight To music made for teenage girls
_ To music made for teenage _ girls
To music [G#] made for _ [C#] teenage girls _ _ _
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