[Intro]
A C#m (x2)
[Verse 1]
A C#m Bm
A stream from your mouth of filth, gave me dog's abuse
A C#m Bm
And I, I was so indifferent, I was set apart
A C#m Bm E
And I, I was so ungrateful, had to change my voice just to get a part
A C#m Bm E
Once you had the taste of cold lemonade, in those days you were made
[Chorus]
D C#m
I, I used to climb that tree
D E A
You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain
[Instrumental]
A C#m (x2)
[Verse 2]
A C#m Bm
Fell from a stool in a pub where they played punk rock
A C#m Bm
The floor in the punk rock club always flattens your hair
A C#m Bm E
The floor in the friendly club, like revolving doors, fake cheap flashing lights
A C#m Bm E
And a new wave track spins in your sore head, that's the best of things
[Chorus]
D C#m
I, I used to climb that tree
D E A
You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain
[Outro]
A C#m (x5)
A