Arctic Monkeys – “Crying Lightning”
A F A E
Sat in the café by the cracker factory,
A G C G#
He were practising a magic trick,
A F A E
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed,
A G C G#
On the last of your pick and mix.
A F A E
Said your mistaken if you thinking that I am gun’ go cold before
A G C G#
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
A F A E
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
A G C G#
Is all you have left and all is going to waste.
F Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged,
Am
And I love that little game you had called,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.
A F A E
The next time that I caught my own reflection,
It was on it’s way to meet you,
A G C G#
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
A F A E
You never look like yourself from the side,
But your profile did not hide,
A G C G#
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
A F A E
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
A G C G#
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war.
A F A E
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
A G C G#
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.
F Dm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange,
Am
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
F Dm
Uninviting,
Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes,
You are crying lightning.
A F A E
A G C G#
A F A E
A G C G#
F Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
Am
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
Crying lightning,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
Crying lightning.
F Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
Am
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
F Dm
Cry-ing.