TCR chords and lyrics - SLEAFORD MODS

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]Total
Control [G]Racing[D][G]
[D]I was supposed to be going out,[G]
that took ages
Kids are [D]hard[G]core, aren't they?
They don't mess [D]about
Madhouse, [G]chit-chat, duties,
duties, [D]more nappies
Then I [G]manage to get out
[D]The sharp night whistled [G]around my coat,
as I motioned up to [D]the [G]main road
The wails of your [D]offspring behind [G]ya,
cracking window
[D]It's hard,
innit, when [G]you plan to do something
[D]But at that moment you rea[G]lize
it's not quite [D]right[G]
Not really something you
should [D]be doing tonight
[G]Well before me [D]a few hellos,
[G]expectant mums wit[D]h blokes that I know
[G]The bus whirred,
[D]three-fifty all-day ticket
tick[G]et
ticket
But I knew deep [D]down I wasn't
going [G]to use it later
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[Verse 2]
[G]
TCR
Total Con[D]trol [G]Rac[D]ing[G]
[D]TCR
Total Control [G]Ra cing

[Verse 3]
[D]I arrange my coat on the[G] front seat and
blend it in with the low lighting
People on the way [D]out too, talking
[G]Everyone still looks l[D]ike Ena
Sharples [G]and Ray Reardon
[D]People need to move on
[G]That '50s look can do one
[D]Elv[G]is has definitely left
the [D]fucking building
I got [G]a wine, large,
[D]shoved it down me, [G]awful
I hate [D]the 5.8
I [G]thought about it, I thought about his face
when I asked if he had any [D]Rioja
He didn't like it
[G]Don't look at me like that
[D]Like you think I'm some win[G]e twat
I like [D]it
I sit in me house a [G]lot
Eventually you get an [D]idea, [G]little shit
Go and listen [D]to some fucking garage [G]punk,
you pointy [D]little tit
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[Verse 4]
[G]
TCR
Total Con[D]trol [G]Rac[D]ing[G]
TCR
[D]Total Control Ra [G]cing

[Verse 5]
[D]The sofa sank, [G]I couldn't relax
I felt [D]cramped [G]but luckily the table
next to me [D]got up and left
And [G]apart from the eight empty [D]pint
glasses they left on [G]the table
I thought [D]it was the better bet, [G]more upright
I ain't slouching,
[D]I'm not[G] a beatnik
Although, this [D]pub did call
for that [G]kind of angle
I hate [D]going out,
going out is [G]for young people
[D]I can't sit and enjoy a[G] drink,
I want the lot
[D]Have you got any num[G]bers?
And how much has he [D]got?
The trappings of [G]luxury can't save you from the
[D]nail-biting boredom boredom of re[G]petitive brain injury
[D]The injury of your useless min[G]d,
stuck to the [D]track
Clinging onto [G]years of that's not yours that's mine,
[D]give me it
Total Con[G]trol [D]Racing, TCR
Going round [G]and round,
under the bridges
Slow[D]ing down, it's all about [G]technique
Hand shandy [D]chic, under five [G]second flat
The tragedy of [D]the male-less
fucking fucking man
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[Verse 6]
[G]
TCR
[D]Total Control Ra [G]cin[D]g[G]
[D]TCR
Total Control [G]Ra [D]cing[G]
[D]TCR
Total Control [G]ra [D]cing[G]
[D]TCR
Total Control [G]Ra cing

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 7]
[G]Total [D]Control [G]Racing
[D]Total Control [G]Ra cing

[Outro 1]
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