Father's Day Frank Turner
[Intro]
Em G D A x4
[Verse]
W[Dsus2]hen I was sixteen I cut myself a Mohawk
B[G]ecause I wanted to walk the walk
A[Dsus2]nd not just talk the talk
B[G]ut it was a bit of a disaster because
I[Dsus2] did the sides with kitchen scissors
B[G]ecause I didnât have any clippers
A[Dsus2]nd I didnât want to use a beard-trimmer
I[G]âd made that mistake before
W[Em]hen you got ho[G]me you didnât want to[D] talk about what Iâd[A] done
You said Iâd[Em] let you down, Iâd[G] f**ked around, when I wa[D]s only having f[A]un
With the [Em]way that youâve been[G] lately, youâve n[D]o right to scream an[A]d shout
You and I[Em], weâve got a[G] lot that we need to[D] talk abou[A]t
[Cborus]
[D]Whatâs the point in making [A]vows that youâre never going to k[Bm]eep?
A lifetime lying awake[G] means youâll never get to sleep
[D]And all the promises you m[A]ade, that were painful and untru[Bm]e
Of all the things yo[G]u do they reflect worst on you
[Instrumental]
[D] [G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[Verse]
[Dsus2]We all have our own devices
[G]For handling mid-life crises
[Dsus2]Usually involves a motorbike and
[G]Suspicious fashion decisions
[Dsus2]But you choose to stave off grey hairs by
[G]Lamely hacking at the sides
[Dsus2]With lies and flimsy alibis
[G]For your suspicious expeditions
[Em]When I get home [G]I dont want to talk[D] about what youâve don[A]e
Yes youâve[Em] let me down, youâv[G]e f**ked around, but [D]I guess you were havin[A]g fun
With the [Em]way that Iâve been[G] lately, Iâve no[D] right to scream and sho[A]ut
You and I[Em], weâve got a[G] lot that we need to[D] talk about[A]
[Cborus]
[D]Whatâs the point in making v[A]ows that youâre never going to[Bm] keep?
A lifetime lying awak[G]e means youâll never get to sleep
[D]And all the promises you ma[A]de, that were painful and untru[Bm]e
Of all the things you d[G]o they reflect worst on you
[Bridge]
[F#m]You always told me Fatherâs[Bm] Day was just another wa[G]y
Of selling Hallmark [D]greeting [A]cards
[F#m]Twenty years of waking sleep[Bm], of lying through your teeth[G]
Meant every Fatherâs[D] Day spent wondering[Dbm] where the hell you ar[G]e
[Instrumental]
Em G D A x2
[Outro]
[Em]Whatâs the point in us making v[G]ows that weâre never going to k[D]eep?
I keep trying to keep you u[A]p, but you keep on falling asleep
[Em]And all the promises we mad[D]e were painful and untrue[D]
But for better or for wor[A]se, I am turning into you[G]
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