Intro/1st verse:E------------------------------------| B--------------------------------1---| G------------------------------------| D---3--------2---0-------------------| A--------------------3---------------| E------------------------------------|Chorus:Sometimes Scott hammers on and off the G string on the 2nd fret during the F chord.F C C/G GE-------------------------------------------| B----1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1---1-1-1---1-1-1--1-1-1-| G----0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-0-0---0-0-0--0-0-0-| D----3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3---2-2-2---2-2-2--0-0-0-| A----3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3---3-3-3---3-3-3--3-3-3-| E------------------------------3-3-3--3-3-3-|Her heart beats like a breeze blockThrown down the stairs...2nd and 3rd Verse:Its just the same idea but pick or strum within the chords (Chord names are inaccurate)(Low to High)F: x-x-3-0-1-x-| E: x-x-2-0-1-x-| D: x-x-0-0-1-x-| C: x-3-x-0-1-x-|F E DIn the limp through the years of board schoolingC'Comes accustomed to hearing that she could never run far... (and so on)Lyrics:The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birthThe most threadbare tall story the country's ever heardBrought home to breathe smoke in arms of her mother with a blunt kitchen knifeWho just lays in a submissive positionbeneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fistHer heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairsHer blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a graveAnd in the limp through the years of board schoolingcomes accustomed to hearing that she could never run farA slipped disc in the spine of community,a bloody curse word made pedestrian verseSpirits in graveyards and fingers in car parksShe cries in the high street just to be heardA screaming anchor for nothing in particularat the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirtHer heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairsHer blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, born into a graveThe cheek of youth flashed red and turned greyNow she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet,all thighs, hair, and magpie handbagsSaturday's uniform for the fuck me paradeBrought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber ruddy and baldingWho just needs a spine to dig into, a chest for the head, and a hand for the holdingHer heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairsHer blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, she wasHer heart beats like a breeze block thrown down the stairsHer skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave she was, she wasA broken elevator anthem held between floorsBut if blood is thicker than concrete, all is not lostAll is not lostAll is not lostAll is not lostAll is not lost
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