C Ghost lay in a ditch on G thursday where I was meant to be
A# I almost missed my death its so good F now hes decked in flowers for me
C I hope she doesnt like me or i'll G soon be standing more than likely
where A# he once stood and thats no F good
Fm Ahaa
G# We pretend not to look at another but if Cm he could see over her shoulder
G He got me a time he got me that time never a time again
C I look at the hair on her head thats not real now im G left
with a dead and a naked ordeal when A# all i want is down at the shore
sitting in my F car
C And bitter sometimes but the taste is sweet your G friends olny like
themselves in photographs i dont A# like them i dont F like you
G Ahaa We A# pretend not to F look at each other C
G# I stand on my F feet when i wanna C
F We pretend not to G# look but for A# change and for G# good I cry G
C F x4 C A# G# G
C But when the stars look right above me and in the G street lights i cant see
I A# walk on down to make a stand where F he once stood
C Now they lie there breast to breast and G toe to toe
A# All I want is down at the shore sitting in F my car
G# We ended its all over she'll Cm marry me but i'll hold her
G She'll shovel the dirt into my face I dont care i love C her
Hope you enjoyed that if anyone can add anything to that contact me at
sean.cronie@hotmail.co.uk
Franz Ferdinand
