Swing It Far

N.C. I was no good on the rugger field Pushing and kicking, brutish boys bothered me Sensitive and caring seemed the lighter, brighter way to be Bm A G D A Mr Jennings, good housemaster, seemed instinctively to understand Bm A G D C Touched me with his gentle presence under bedclothes, underhand D C Underhand Em D C G D Overnight, he did a runner, threatened with harsh expose. Em D C G F I fell to pieces, dropped out of classes into life's endless melee G F Endless melee E D A Parents listened, didn't get it E D E Poof and Jesse, Daddy said E D A Mummy tried but fussed and fretted E D G Gsus4 Skeletons best left under bed D G Gsus4 Under the bed Bm A G D A Camden Market in the winter, a cold stone's throw from Kentish Town Bm A G D C Got a minute? Just the ticket! Meet the boys and mess around D C And mess around Em D C G D Independence far from suburbia, doss down and dirty, tucked up tight Em D C G F How's your father? Not too chipper? Serves the bugger flippin' right G F Flippin' right E D A Parents listened, didn't get it E D E Poof and Jesse, Daddy said E D A Mummy tried but fussed and fretted E D G Skeletons best left under bed G F C On the streets a rude survival G F G Hot like-minded overtures G F C Sad departures, sweet arrival G N.C. If you don't like it, right up yours! A G D There comes a point when deep conviction bears down hard on who you are A G Pointless to don cloak of denial, get the lead out and swing it far A G Swing it far A G Swing it far A G Swing it far A G Swing it far A Swing it