We all got our runnins chords and lyrics - THE STREETS

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[Intro 1]
[Am][E][Am]

[Verse 1]
Again I step out my [Am]yard
Head [E]swings round,
clock[Am]s my landlord
Start chippin' up the road cos I owe
him three- weeks dough

[Verse 2]
The ship's [E]sinkin',
tele's on the blink
'N' in the pub [Am]it's one
beer to last all evening
Later on chips for feedin'

[Verse 3]
When the quids [E]are down
Try sneakin' a bottle of brandy [Am]round
bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound
Scored, Moffat,
back indoors with a profit
'Cos they do [E]say havin' no money forces one
[Am]to make the right choices on life each day
If you can't pay you can't play

[Verse 4]
Success hides [E]a multitude of sins
But I [Am]ain't successful and my
piggy- bank's still in the bin,
Been there since I was a kid

[Verse 5]
Goin' round [E]in circles,
not being careful [Am]but say;
"I get paid on Friday,
can't wait to live life [E]my [Am]way"

[Verse 6]
'Cos on the [Am]streets I'm just a geezer
I gotta [E]make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta [Am]do what I need to
Shit, we all [E]got [Am]our
runnin's now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Gotta [E]make ends meet, yeah?
Gotta [Am]do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnin's now

[Verse 7]
Brut pocket I'm back in [E]the
Burassic seat again
[Am]After spending sixty pound last
week on beers with friends
Brought it all on myself [E]see, granted
Now I'm [Am]scorin' draw for everyone
to get my next spliff sorted
Hang round mum's [E]house
to get smothered
Got no [Am]tins in the cupboard this week
Hold on to your seat 'cos
it's all gone a bit Pete
Live for the mo[E]ment said he
*wrong*
[Am]Downin' beers out of my tree,
now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory
You know things [E]are bleak when you're tellin'
the birds you asked out [Am]last week that things

[Verse 8]
Are busy [Am]When
really you've got no
dough in the piggy
Two days after pay [E]day's clocked
And it's back at The Black [Am]Dog stuffin' them socks

[Interlude 1]
into pool table pockets
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[Verse 9]
[Chorus] [E]I'm
[Am]
[E]ski[Am]nt, got
[E]no [Am]moolah
[E]Need to get some colour in my
cheeks [Am]says mum
That'll be my English inner city tan
I'm skinny like a woman,
[E]need to get some punan' through [Am]the door
*Please Sir, can I have some more?*
Oi.
Oi, lend me a tenner so I
can go to the chip- shop,
[E]Twenty- four garage and
then for [Am]a quick top,
This time opting for the reassuringly
cheap option
[G]When the quids are down,

[Verse 10]
[G]
My Schott hoodie's my
[Am]ball [F#]gown
My essential [Am]accessory is
[G]my bad day frown [Gm]'cos,[Bb]
[Bbm]Life in t[F#]he third- class
carriage can [G]be evil
When your only ticket [Bb]to freedom
is a per[Bbm]mit to tr[F#]avel[Am]
[G]So, Uncle Shiner,
you best go get the spade and dig [Em]me a grave
[Am]'Cos I can't pay the rent but I got ' hundred- and- nine pound pair
[E]o' trainers[Am]

[Interlude 2]
on
[Am][E][Am]
[E][Am][E][Am]
[E][Am]

[Verse 11]
[Am][Chorus]
La [E]la la[Am]
And then this geezer turned
round to me and said
[E]"What are you doing, [Am]you twat"
And I was like
[E]"What the fuck[E], is this,
[Am]what are you saying, you div?"
[Am]Oi t[E]hat'[E]s it.
[Am]