Crawling from the Wreckage Dave Edmunds
Crawlin from the wreckage - G. Parker 170bps patt:
G[G]ot out really early from the [D]facto[G]ry
D[D]rivin' like a nut in the r[G]ain
D[G]on't think I was actin' so hyste[D]rical[G]ly
But I didn[D]'t see a thing until it came
M[C]et the dumb suburbos in the takeaway
B[D]eating up the Chinee at the c[G]ounter
I pu[C]t a few inside me at the [D]end of the d[G]ay
I t[D]ook out my revenge on the revolution counter
[G]Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Bits of m[D]e are scattered in the trees and on the hedges
[G]Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
[C]Into a brand new [D]car[C]
In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He's been giving it maximum today
Shouted, what the devil, you in trouble, I suppose
All you ever do is drive away
Gunned up the motor inta hyperdrive
I wasn't gonna take any of that
Don't get bright ideas about a suicide
'Cause all I ever hear is, Zoom, bam, fantastic
Crawlin' from the wreckage Crawlin' from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
Crawlin' from the wreckage Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
C[G7]rawlin', crawlin', [C7]crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
solo
[D] [A] [D]
[D] [A] [D]
[D] [A] [D]
[C] [A] [D]
[G]
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Nothin' ever happened that ain't happened before
I feel it all through flashes of depression
gunned my motor got some people runnin' for the door
Gotta make some kind of impression
'Cause when I'm disconnected from the drivin' wheel
I'm only half the man I should be
Metal hitting metal is-a all I feel
Everything is good as it's ever gonna be
chorus
chorus
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