Bats In The Attic

C / Dsus / Em / C

C                       G
And I've gone silver on my travels,
             Am                    
growing silver in my sideburns. I'm
     G              D
 starting to unravel her,
C                       G
My heartbeats on a downhill,
                Am             
I counted eighty on my pulse as 
                         Em     
Kilrenny Church struck three for 
                        Dsus
three o'clock.

C       G      D  Em
What else?

C       G      D Em
What else?

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C                          
And you said twelve years in 
             G
retirement.
                   Am              
The hours go by like sips of water.
                G                 D
 The record lies unbroken,
C                                 
and no doubt, it's white flour in 
              G
my diet.
                Am               
It's going to be the death of me, 
                  Em               
sweet drumroll for those embittered
           D C G  D  Em
 big ideas.

C       G                        
It's such a waste of all that I 
      D     Em
had.
C       G                        
It's such a waste of all that I 
      D     Em
had.


You mentioned bats in the attic,
so now you're lifting up the tiles 
to get around these conservation 
rules.
I walked down in the basement.
I'm hanging upside down, a gag 
across my mealy mouth.

And how I'll laugh out loud about 
that.
When I read your simple novel, it 
uses all our real names.
And go make yourself a fortune,
there's nothing left for us then us 
left dangling just a little 
shamefaced.

It's such a waste of what we had.
And it's such a waste of all that we
 had.
And it's such a waste of all that I 
am.