Manic Street Preachers

^Dm My little em ^C pire has risen ^A# and it's set ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire is as good a ^A# s it can get ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire is comi ^A# ng around ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire it don' ^A# t make a sound ^F
D# My royalty ^A it ^Dm does not exist ^C
D# It is exti ^A nct for ^Dm the eyes to see ^C
D# My ideol ^A ogy it i ^Dm s dead and gone ^C
D# Almost forgotten for the eye to see ^A
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm sick o ^A# f being sick ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm tired ^A# of being tired ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm bored ^A# of being bored ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm happy ^A# being sad ^F
D# All of my sin ^A s are a ^Dm ttempts to fill the voids ^C
D# All of my vo ^A ids they ^Dm are filled with sin ^C
D# All of my de ^A mons they ^Dm are kept within ^C
D# And all my violence it does not exist ^A
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm happy ^A# being sad ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm fucked ^A# with being fucked ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm done w ^A# ith being dumb ^F
Dm My little em ^C pire I'm happy ^A# being sad ^F
Happy being sad
Happy being sad
Happy being sad
Thanks to: Arnstein Arnesen
MY LITTLE EMPIRE
Tabbed by: Janice.Rigby@btinternet.com
Notation:
p = pull off
^ = bend up

Verse: Dm, C, Bb, F
Chorus: Eb, A, Dm, C