[Intro]
G
[Verse 1]
G Em
Staying in a hotel full of pilots
C
I can't believe that they are smoking
G Em
If you mastered the art of fly
C
Why would you spend half your time choking?
G Em C
Sleeping in a bedroom full of assholes surely means I am one too
G Em
And I wake up and I go walking
C
And I think the wrong thing about you
[Pre-chorus]
D Am Bm C
And it was the best idea we ever had
D Am Bm
Picked up our spirits and we sang
[Chorus]
C G
Death to the lads
C G G/F#
Death to the lads
C G
Death to the lads
A D
As loud as we possibly can
[Interlude]
G Em C (x2)
[Verse 2]
G Em C
Along the most depressing highways ever dropped into the earth
G Em
Among the confederate flag lower back tattoo
C
That is this part of the world we're raising
G Em C
Bats and kids in carparks in the light of drive-in ATMs
G Em
I learned to read the side effects
C
I am my own adverse reaction
[Pre-chorus]
D Am Bm C
And it was the best idea we ever had
D Am Bm
Picked up our voices and we sang
[Chorus]
C G
Death to the lads
C G G/F#
Death to the lads
C G
Death to the lads
A D
As loud as we possibly can
C G
Death to the lads
C G G/F#
Death to the lads
C G
Death to the lads
A D
Get out of my fucking face, mate
[Instrumental]
C G
C G G/F#
C G
A D
[Bridge]
C G C
Things get better, but they never get good
C G D
Things get better, but they never get good
D C
No, they never get good
C G
I don't do anything I said I would
C G D
So things get better, but they never get good
And we sang
[Outro]
C G
Death to the lads
C G G/F#
Death to the lads
C G
Death to the lads
A D
Get out of my fucking face, mate
