Carbrain

A C#m (2x) A C#m Bm A stream from your mouth of filth, gave me dog's abuse A C#m Bm And I, I was so indifferent, I was set apart A C#m Bm E And I, I was so ungrateful, had to change my voice just to get a part A C#m Bm E Once you had the taste of cold lemonade, in those days you were made D C#m I, I used to climb that tree D E A You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain A C#m (2x) A C#m Bm Fell from a stool in a pub where they played punk rock A C#m Bm The floor in the punk rock club always flattens your hair A C#m Bm E The floor in the friendly club, like revolving doors, fake cheap flashing lights A C#m Bm E And a new wave track spins in your sore head, that's the best of things D C#m I, I used to climb that tree D E A You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain A C#m (5x) A