Crawling From The Wreckage by Status Quo

Crawling From The Wreckage
Status Quo
Famous In The Last Century 2000
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|E| |E| |E| |E|


E                             B    E
Got out really early from the factory
B                          E
Drivin' like a nut in the rain
                                 B     E
I don't think I was actin' so hysterically
       B
But I didn't see a thing until it came
A
Met the dumb suburbos in the takeaway
B                             E
Beating up the Chinee at the counter
   A                          B          E
I put a few inside me at the end of the day
   B                                        
I took out my revenge on the revolution counter


E
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
        B
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
E
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
A                B   
Into a brand new car



In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted how the devil
You in trouble I suppose
But all you ever do is run away
Turned up the motor into hyper-drive
I wasn't gonna take any of that
Don't get bright ideas about a suicide
'cause all I ever hear
Is zoom wam bam past me



Crawlin' from the wreckage Crawlin' from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
Crawlin' from the wreckage Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car


E                   A7
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
E                   A7
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
E                   A7
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage



|B| |F# B| |B F#| |B| |B| |F# B| |D5 C#5| |B|



Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered
In the trees and in the hedges
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car

Nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before
I see it all through flashes of depression
I dry up my drink and hear
People running for the door
God I make some kind of impression
'cause when I'm disconnected from the driving wheel
I'm only half the man I should be
But metal hitting metal isn't all I feel
And everything is good as
It possible could be

Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that
Half my brain would get the message
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car

Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered
In the trees and in the hedges
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car

Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling, crawling
Crawling from the wreckage

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