Biography:
The Courteeners is a British indie rock band formed in Manchester, in 2006 by Liam Fray (guitar/vocals), Michael Campbell (drums/backing vocals), Daniel Conan Moores (Guitar), and Mark Cuppello (bass). Mark left the band in 2015 due to 'mutual consent' and joined LIverpool band Lungs. The band's producer Joe Cross took over bass duties and is considered an official member.
Whilst studying at the University of Salford, Liam Fray started to perform acoustic sets as a singer-songwriter around Manchester.
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D A G A D
The temptation is all too great and now it's gone and it's all too late
A G A D
I tried and I tried I never applied any of the morals that I wish I had
A G A
D A G A
D A G A D
You wait fifty-one weeks through all your hides and all of your seeks
A G A G
When the time finally arrives it dawns on me attention derives
A A
from the girlfriend that you left at home
A A
sitting in your living room all alone
D A D A D
You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round the short-sleeved man
A G A
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud well they do my head in
D A D A
You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads the ones who cannot
D A G
handle their booze they're making you scared to be proud
G (A) G G (A) G
Are you scared to be proud How can that still be
A D
Come and sing your heart out with me
A G A
D A G A
D A G A D
But if you bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line
A G A G
It won't be long before her sarong is lying on your bathroom floor
A A
But what about the girlfriend that you left at home
A A
sitting in her living room all alone
D A D A D
You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round the short-sleeved man
A G A
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud well they do my head in
D A D A
You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads the ones who cannot
D A G
handle their booze they're making you scared to be proud
G (A) G G (A) G
How is that still allowed Are you scared to be proud
A D
When you're on cloud number nine
A G A
D A G A
G A A
And the girlfriend you left at home
A A
sitting in your living room all alone
D A D A D
You hate the suntan and you can't stand to be 'round the short-sleeved man
A G A
and the gaggle o' girls who are singing too loud they fuckin' do my head in
D A D A
You hate the tattoos and you can't handle the skinheads the ones who cannot
D A G
handle their booze they're making you scared to be proud
G (A) G G (A) G
Are you scared to be proud How is that still allowed
A D
When you're on cloud number nine
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