Intro Riff e|-------2-5-4-3-2------|-------7-10~-7---------7-10-8-7---------7-10-8-7-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-| B|-----3------------|-----8------------8------------8------------| G|-3-4------------|-8-9------------8-9------------8-9------------| D|------------|------------| A|------------|------------| E|------------(x6)-|------------| e|-------2-5-4-3-2------|-2---2-2---3-3-3-3-2---2--| B|-----3------------|-2---2-2---3-3-3-3-2---3--| G|-3-4------------|-3---3-3---4-4-4-4-3---4--| D|------------|------------| A|------------|------------| E|------------(x4)-|------------| Verse Riff (The notes in can be played optionally for extra flavour) G|------------| D|------------| A|------------9--| E|--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--|(x2) G|------------| D|------------| A|------------14--| E|--12-15-14-12-15-14-12-15--12-15-14-12-15-14-12-15--12-15-14-12-15-14-12-15--12-15-14-12-15-14-12-15---| G|------------| D|------------| A|------------9--| E|--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--7-10-9-7-10-9-7-10--| G|------------| D|------------| A|------------2~~--------7~~-----------2~~~| E|--2--2-2--3-3-3-3-2------------|(x2) Song Intro Riff verse 1 (with verse riff and chords) He spoke a script dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep the gaze it’s all a trick his slick back slimy arms have got a war to wage He’s got a laugh like a crackling wire and he wants to put the bite marks on you He wants to put the bite marks on you and it twists my guts because the only things as repelling as his invitations are his excuses as he says I am the conducter put me in the terror pocket First part of verse riff verse 2 He did a stint master in a craft He squints through his spectacle He’d drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he can impress you with the unacceptable and He has turned through all the pages with his fingers and covered them with goo He wants to put the bite marks on you He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back because the only thing that’s as heavy as the adoration Is the days of hanging out on his arm and it’s been a long sounding alarm and he frightened me to death when he said I am the conducter put me in the terror pocket Intro Riff and Verse Riff Trying to give me and ticket to a competition and I don’t know how the odds are stacked as they’re rolling out the running track