Pigeons

C E7 Am F 2x C E7 I used to run around naked chasing pigeons Am F Get home, orange squash, television C E7 Never got it that I grew up being British Am F James Bond's next mission, the Queen gets my digits C E7 Doing drugs not enough so I quit it Am F Text my old school friends, "Let me hit it" C E7 Said she down, so I'm cooking in the kitchen Am F Exams? Think I'll miss it, I fucked my revision C E7 I take ya way back home Am F The sun don't shine, so the moon won't glow C E7 Everybody 'round me who's confused won't know Am F Why I'm always sleeping or I'm rude, and so C I still feel low E7 Come back home Am F The sun don't shine, so the moon won't glow C E7 Take a little picturе, polaroid I hope Am I never havе to pay back the things I owe F The things I owe C E7 Let's take it back to 2003 Am F Where the sky was still blue and the grass was still green C E7 Now the kids being rude through the cracks on my screen Am F So we say something true, thinking fast on our feet C E7 Tell the girls with their makeup it's past Halloween Am F Grab the car, get on road, fill it up, gasoline C E7 Fifty K on the wash, trying to track calories Am F Got a text from my ex, but she left me on seen (Aw) C E7 I take ya way back home Am F The sun don't shine, so the moon won't glow C E7 Everybody 'round me who's confused won't know Am F Why I'm always sleeping or I'm rude, and so C I still feel low E7 Come back home Am F The sun don't shine, so the moon won't glow C E7 Take a little picturе, polaroid I hope Am I never havе to pay back the things I owe F The things I owe