Adjust The Sails

An Ant Has No Quarrel With A Boot

Adjust The Sails


Tom: Am

C                       E
I'm just an ant sitting up on a hill
       Am
as the heat starts to rise and I
F                    C             E
feel like my insides start to fry
    Am       F
Woah


[Chorus]
C                              E
Well I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying it seems
     Am                      F
Some little fucking giant is torturing me
C                     E
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying it seems
Am   F
Woah


[Instrumental]
C E Am F (x2)


[Chorus]
C                              E
Well I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying it seems
     Am                      F
Some little fucking giant is torturing me
C                     E
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying it seems
N.C.
Woah