2 acessos
E [Verse 1] E There's a touch o' rain to greet the train C#m E C#m B Where it coughs up all its contents on the town E From near and far they'll hug the bar C#m E C#m B And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hour E The only kiss they'd ever cared for was the bottle C#m E C#m B And they'll fall into a methylated love until whenever E To run from your shadows half the battle C#m E And they'll sit and mutter bitter little words about the weather C#m B Or whatever [Chorus] A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me [Verse 2] E Though he combs the bins for empty tins C#m E C#m B They say that he's got a fortune stashed away E C#m And when they toss him out that means the boss is in E C#m B Or else they'd let him stay E The rain rolls down the window C#m E Falls like shells on the horizon C#m B Giving rise to all his memories of home E C#m E Where sirens aren't such pretty things and the fear so paralysin' C#m B It could turn the air you breathe into stone [Chorus] A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me [Interlude] F#m A F#m E C#m E F#m A F#m E C#m B [Verse 3] E The kids run feral up and down the street C#m E C#m B And meet their friends for life, or so they swear E And the bright young man sings 'Kick the can' C#m E C#m B Walking hand in hand with his love to god knows where E She says "this is killin' me, its been for a year or three, C#m E C#m B I've gotta get away, good luck, take care" E 'Cos the wind'll rattle and the wind'll roar C#m E But the shit'll only settle at the poor folks' door 'round here C#m B I swear [Chorus] A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me [Outro] A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B And I can't feel a thing A F#m And the bus floor bottles ring A F#m While the drunks are tryin' to sing A B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me