E [Verse 1]E There's a touch o' rain to greet the trainC#m E C#m B Where it coughs up all its contents on the townE From near and far they'll hug the barC#m E C#m B And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hourE The only kiss they'd ever cared for was the bottleC#m E C#m B And they'll fall into a methylated love until wheneverE To run from your shadows half the battleC#m E And they'll sit and mutter bitter little words about the weatherC#m B Or whatever [Chorus]A F#m And the bus floor bottles ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me [Verse 2]E Though he combs the bins for empty tinsC#m E C#m B They say that he's got a fortune stashed awayE C#m And when they toss him out that means the boss is inE C#m B Or else they'd let him stayE The rain rolls down the windowC#m E Falls like shells on the horizonC#m B Giving rise to all his memories of homeE 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 ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B E And I can't feel a thing beneath meA F#m And the bus floor bottles ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me [Interlude]F#m A F#m E C#m EF#m A F#m E C#m B [Verse 3]E The kids run feral up and down the streetC#m E C#m B And meet their friends for life, or so they swearE 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 whereE 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 roarC#m E But the shit'll only settle at the poor folks' door 'round hereC#m B I swear [Chorus]A F#m And the bus floor bottles ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B E And I can't feel a thing beneath meA F#m And the bus floor bottles ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me [Otro]A F#m And the bus floor bottles ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B And I can't feel a thingA F#m And the bus floor bottles ringA F#m While the drunks are tryin' to singA B E And I can't feel a thing beneath me
Bus Floor Bottles
The Rumjacks
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