Chords for Tre allegri ragazzi morti feat. Owen - Frankly Mr. Shankly (The Smiths cover)

_ _ _ _ _ [A] Frankly, Mr.
[C#m] Shankly, this position I've held, it pays [B] my way and [E] it corrodes my soul.
I [A] want to leave.
You [C#] will not miss [B] me.
I [C#m] want to go [B] down in musical history.
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] Frankly, Mr.
Shankly, [C#m] I'm a sickening wreck.
I've got the [B] 21st century [E] breathing down my neck.
I [A] must move fast.
[C#m] You understand [B] me.
I [C#m] want to go [B] down in [A] celluloid history. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] Fame, fame, [C#m] fatal fame.
[B] _ [C#m] Can't play hideous [B] tricks on [E] the brain.
_ [A] Still I'd rather be [C#m] famous than righteous or holy.
Any [B] day, any day, [A] any day.
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] Sometimes I feel more [C#m] fulfilled.
_ [B] _
[C#] Making Christmas [B] cards with the [E] mentally ill.
I [A] want to live and I want [C#m] to love. _
I want to catch something [B] that I might [A] be ashamed [B] of.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] Frankly, Mr.
Shankly, [C#m] this position [B] I've held, [C#m] it pays [B] my way and [E] it corrodes [G#m] my soul.
I [A] didn't realize [C#m] you wrote poetry.
[B] _ [C#m] I didn't [B] realize you wrote such [A] awful poetry.
[E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] Frankly, Mr.
Shankly, [C#m] since you [B] asked, you [C#m] are a flatulent [B] pain in [E] my ass.
I [A] didn't mean to be [C#m] so rude.
[B] _
[C#m] Still I must [B] speak frankly, [A] Mr.
Shankly.
[B]
Oh, [E] give us your money. _ _ _ _ _