Stone The Crows chords and lyrics - ROOTS MANUVA

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[Verse 1]
[G]Min[Eb]d to [Cm]moti[Eb]on.
[G]Know the [Eb]notion.
[Cm]Notion! [Eb]Know shun,
[F]No. [Eb]no -[G] shun...
Nightime passes - sleep [Eb]man
in the valley.
Is a discount two- penny
with [Cm]no vampire flock.
[Eb]As you can tell, I'm from a basic stock.
I get vexed an' wan[G]na beat
the world with a pork chop.
Off beat [Eb]... lost the key* and can't
find it.
Representation of the
[Cm]spit in the grit.
[Eb]The devil on my shoulder keep
[F]tellin' me [Eb]shit.
Constantly got me feeling
like [G]I'm losin' my grip.
[Eb]Whats'on in my head - I tried
fight back the hate.
I look into the mirror - see the
[Cm]face of a mistake.
[Eb]Should I really be here, should
I really exist?
Should I take these drugs?
[G]Should I get so pissed?
I dedicate this to [Eb]the tippler crew.
Getting drunk,
playing punk on [Cm]the stylop[Eb]hone.
The zone of coasters. [F]coastin' [Eb]far.
Pissin' in a bottle while
[G]drivin' in the car.
Lager lout [Eb]rap,
do you dig my niche?
Toke' he tune off on [Cm]the pipes of peace...
[Eb]Cruff- neck scout you know
we bought and about.
They major hope in a [G]time
o' deep doubt.
We's feelin' the feelin' [Eb]of
knowing the feeling and
Lovin' the feeling cuz [Cm]it feels so crisp...
[Eb]Posse on cue [F]they'mouf{?} we jump
[Eb]an' twist
Each and every time we catch
a [G]style like [Cm]this [Eb]...
Hither [Cm]to ... bear witness.
[Eb]{ tra la la la }
To the Birth... { tra la la la }
Of [G]the Brute ...{ tra la la [Eb]la }
And furthermore { tra la la la [Cm]}
Of the [Eb]brute { tra la la la }
Sing . brute away . { tra la [G]la la }
Stone the Crows [Eb]my hands
{Aunts} stay giddy.
I dance with hippy chicks
[Cm]more madder than lizzy
I [Eb]could never understand
all the hoorah fuss.
Until my drink got [G]spike [Eb]with [G]a spoon
of moondust.
Dancin' into [Eb]the night [G]- into [Eb]the [D]day!
[Eb]Within my soul abhorred
[Cm]{aboard} the slow decay.
Singin' [Eb]yippe- yie-
[F]yeay - tribal [Eb]flashback
Back to square one [G]- sound
o' Drum.
The tongue of the [Eb]book [Cm]- the look
[Eb]of the crooked.
Purple lord please - run come save me...
I don't wanna live until I'm dying to die.
My [G]types o' heaven is
a good clean supply.
[F]Lov[G]e for[Eb] my tidd[G]ly- whac[Eb]k.
Bliss for the todger. More
jolly than roger.
[Cm]With a wad of pink notes ... [Eb]singin'
One rums, two rums,
[F]three rums, fou[Eb]r.
Drink five rums and [G]we fall on the floor.
{tra la la la } Hither to!
[Eb]Bear Witness[Cm] ...
The brute! [Eb]{tra la [Dm]la la [Eb]}
The birth of [G]the[Eb][G]
brute . [Eb]{tra la la la }
And furthermore {tra la la la [Cm]}
The [Eb]Brute . shall stay
[F]. B[Eb]rutis[G]h!
[Eb]Yes ... Yes ... and Further
[Cm]more [Eb]... Yes.
The Brute live ... The [G]brute love ...
The brute [Eb]know ... Brute
[Cm]. away [Eb]...
[F]Brute [Eb]. al[G]ity ... Brutism . The brute!

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