Tom: E
E A
They looked at my postcode, they asked me to speak
B7 E
It was then I decided my prospects were bleak.
A
Well it may be through goose rule, it may be through God
E B7 E
One day there’s gonna be blood on the quad.
A E
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
A E B7 E
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.
E A
They’d been punting on the Backs; they drank a crate of Becks
B7 E
Smashed the punts up with an axe, now they’re going to drop their kecks.
A
Well they say not to spoil them by sparing the rod
E B7 E
You’ll know I complied when there’s blood on the quad.
A E
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
A E B7 E
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.
Can you hear Talvin Singh?
E A E
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
A E B7 E
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.
A E B7 E
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.
A E B7 E
It sounds like a class rant but it’s really because
E A B7 E
I am the landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade
A B7 E
Landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade.
A E
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
A E B7 E
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.
