The Holloways – Fuck Ups chords
Chords:
[Intro] A A D E x2 [Verse]A D ELook, here comes another man with another sorry story to tellA D EAnd you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to HellAWell, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the sameD EOf torturous debauchery form his wife's little gamesALeave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a boneD EBut you're gonna bury me with your tales of misery[Bridge]F#mAnd when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and BillD E F#mI know full well I shouldn't I don't know if I willF#mOr I won't, will I do what I don't?D ENothing is for definite and nothing is for sureD EI am getting desperate as I am getting poor[Chorus]CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upAWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beersCAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upF GI think they're killing me with their grim reality[Verse]A D ELook, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden'sA D EAnd he has drunk so much alcohol he can no longer get a hard-onANot that he'd ever get a chance to use itD EWomen are intelligent and he is stupidA D ELost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his blues away[Bridge]F#mAnd when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and BillD E F#mI know full well I shouldn't I don't know if I willF#mOr I won't, will I do what I don't?D ENothing is for definite and nothing is for sure[Chorus]CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upAWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beersCAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upF GI think they're killing me with their grim reality[Solo] B B A A D E x6 [Verse]A D EWell, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and saysA"My family's gonna take over this council estateD EIf we keep on giving birth at this rateA D EI could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-fiveA D EAnd I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or aliveD EI don't care if I'm dead or alive."[Chorus]CAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upAWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beersCAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upF GI think they're killing me with their grim realityAAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upD EIf your life is going wrong, you better sing alongAAll the fucked up fuck ups fucking me upD E(You fucked up fuck ups!)A