Life's For The Living taby ukulele według Passenger

Am, Dm, C, G, C, Em7, Am, Dm, C, G, Gadd4, G

           Am                     Fmaj7
Well grey clouds wraped round the town like elastic
 G                            C         Em7
Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
    Am                          Fmaj7                G    Gadd4    G
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
       Am                               Fmaj7
While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rub toes
 G                          C        Em7
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
  Am                             Fmaj7                        G    Gadd4    G
Dressed in their suits and their boots well they all look the same
 

   F                       G                   C            Em7         Am      G
I took myself down to the cafe to find all the boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
     F                 G                     C    C7
And carved out a poem above the urinal that read
            F         
Don't you cry for the lost
  G    
Smile for the living
 C           Em7       Am               G
Get what you need and give what you're given
 F                        G
Life's for the living so live it
                      Am
Or you're better off dead


Dm, C, G, C, Em7, Am, Dm, C, G, Gadd4, G

          Am                      Fmaj7
While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet
  G                            C          Em7
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
    Am                   Fmaj7                         G    Gadd4    G
We needed a nail but we tacked it 'til it fell of the wall
       Am                              Fmaj7
While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
     G                            C       Em7
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
       Am                       Fmaj7                G    Gadd4    G
And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call
 

    F                       G              
And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
           C           Em7     Am          G
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
        F                     G                   C    C7
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
            F         
Don't you cry for the lost
  G    
Smile for the living
 C           Em7       Am               G
Get what you need and give what you're given
 F                        G
Life's for the living so live it
                      Am
Or you're better off dead
 
Em, F, C, Em7, Am, Em, G, Gadd4, G

          Am                       Fmaj7
Well I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
      G                          C             Em7
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
         Am                             Fmaj7                      G    Gadd4    G
You can have them back son when you've paid off your mortgage and loans
    Am                           Fmaj7
Oh hell with this place, I'll go it my own way
       G                        C             Em7
I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway
 Am                     Fmaj7         G    Gadd4    G
Someday someone must be going my way home
 
          F                        G
Till then I'll make my bed from a disused car
        C           Em7           Am         G
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
           F                       G                         C    C7
And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
            F         
Don't you cry for the lost
  G    
Smile for the living
 C           Em7       Am               G
Get what you need and give what you're given
          F                        G
You know life's for the living so live it
                      C    C7
Or you're better off dead
 
            F (single struming from here)        
Don't you cry for the lost
  G    
Smile for the living
 C           Em7       Am               G
Get what you need and give what you're given
 F                        G
Life's for the living so live it
                             
Or you're better off dead