Intro: D A D A)
D A D A G A D A
My life is comfortable but I don't want that image for my band.
D A D A G A D A
Inside, I'm reasonable but I'll make out they just don't understand.
Em A Em A
When we don't feel well let's put on some Velvets
Em G A
Leave our guitars up against the amp.
D A D
And get feedback when I feel that I need that
A G A D (A (D A)
Air of "look, aren't we dangerous" - that's the time to feedback.
D A D A G A D A
Intense, no compromise, nasty evil cranking up my brain.
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Pain, Howl, she's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work.
Em A Em A
And I feel cursed and sore, like I'm Thurston Moore like
Em G A
The darkness in my eyes won't go away.
D A D
I get feedback in my bedroom in Nantwich
A G A D A
Stamp my foot down on the angst-switch: that's the time to feedback.
Intro: D A D A, G A G A, D A, G A, D A, D A D A)
B Em A D
Somebody's knocking on my door; it's the boy from over the road
B Em A D
And he says he shares our obsession and he'd like to join in on the session
B Em A
And the others aren't arsed either way, so I say:
D A D A
I think we'd better let him in, I heard he's got a Theremin
D A D A
I think we'd better let him in, I've heard he's got a Theremin
Em A
And I've seen him walk through the park a lot
Em A
And I bet he listens to Arc a lot
D A
I think we'd better let him in, he's got a Theremin
D A
We'd better let him in, he's got a Theremin.