Chords for Arctic Monkeys - Balaclava + Fake Tales Of Francisco (Live Rock Am Ring 2007)

_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] Running off over next door's garden [C#] before the hour is done
It's more a question of sweet land than it is a question [D] of fun
The confidence is a battle [F#] of trob, I'm sure you'll battle them good
But the engine reek of [A] salty cheats and running make-up alone
I will not run [B] now, in the face of a mortal living in stone
You find yourself in a scary cell, you wish [Dm] you'd never been born
You tie yourself to the tracks [A] and hear a sound of knock going back
It's wrong, wrong, wrong, but we'll [D] do it anyway to [B] help a bit of trouble _
_ [F#m] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ [F#] Are you pulling in from a burning [B] building, a forecast and a shot?
Call me up at the ending, it's a pleasure for us to start
The confidence is a battle of trob, I'm sure you'll battle them straight
And it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but you can [C#] hardly wait
[B] That's right, you won't [A] let a lion sight
Now the [G] shadows are falling, the daggers [F#] are drawn, is the curtain [B] is put _ _ _
That's right, you won't let [E] a lion sight
Now the [G] shadows are falling, the [F#] daggers are drawn, is the curtain [B] is put _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [B] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ That's right, [D] you won't let a lion [G] sight
That's right, you won't let a lion [E]
sight
[Bm] _ That's right, [D] you won't let a lion sight
We'll [B] be able to blow, stand and tear out the most modest eyes of all time
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You knew that it'd be trouble right [G] before the very first kiss
[C#] Quiet and unassuming, but you heard that they [D] were the naughtiest
Bleeding [A] with you to take it off, but you [C#m] resisted and thought
Sorry, sweetheart, [B] I'm a trob, keep on the [C#] balaclava
_ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [D] Fray tales of San Francisco echo through the room
_ [D] More points to the wedding disco, without a bride or groom
_ And it's a super cool fun, yeah, with a 12-piece and glasses of white wine
_ And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilet, practicing their lines
_ [E] _ I [G#] don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
[A] I don't want to hear you, [A#] kick me out, kick me out
[B] I [E] don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
I [N] don't want to hear you, kick me out
I don't want [D] to hear your fray tales of San Francisco echo through the room
And there's a few black faces at the bar, wishing they weren't there _
Now some black woman squeaks, a young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah, she's asking for the exit, or she's [E] running for the [D] streets outside
Are you saying that she screams down the line?
A pint of fucking wine, cause I'm not having a nice time
[A#m] I don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
I don't [B] want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
Yeah, but it's burnt [N] and it's amazing, so all that's left is the proof that love's not only [B] blind but gay _ _
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ You talk to San Francisco, [G] it's from up to spa
Up on your distance, [E] but I'm short as spa
Yeah, I'm [B] short as a tea pot
And _ _ yeah, I'd love to [G] tell you all my problems
You're from New York [E] City, I'm from Harlem
So get off the [B] black market
Put out the ambo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the [G] _ black market
[D] _ [E] Get off the black market
Get off the black [F#] market
Get _ [G] _ off the black market
[Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ Thank