Augie March - Victorias Secrets chords

Augie March – Victoria's Secrets

Capo 2
Standard Tuning

Disclaimer: 
This tab is not 100% accurate. It is not meant to be; it is meant for covering the song.

Intro
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  Em7                        C
O how my great liberal heart labours,
         Am                    D        C
With the piss in my rivers and gall, 
           G                   C
Before the gleaming ceremonial sabres, 
    A7                         D        C
Who falls on them falls for us all... 

      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
        G               C
On that white Victorian box, 
      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks and the gaolers say... 

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     Em7                            C
Some nights when I look through her window, 
        Am                    D        C
And she seems an old lover to me, 
      G                           C
There peeling off her black nylon knee highs 
    A7                         D        C
And yielding her breast to the sea... 
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      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
        G               C
On that white Victorian box,
      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
        G               C
On that white Victorian box,  
            F                  Am
But there's nobody home in her telephone bones. 

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     Em7                         C
I've kissed the green gem of the east coast, 
          Am                   D        C
drunk the tropical fizz of the north, 
           G                      C
Played the far flung sand castles ate at by the Indian, 
A7                      D        C
Froze in the broken off port, 
      G                          C
To my blue collar sprawl out the blue stony wall, 
          Am                           D         C 
Where the weather don't bother and the sea don't recall, 
    G                        C
Sometimes it's a dead man as wide as he's tall
     A7                       D         C
by a blue blooded matron, and under her shawl 


      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
        G               C
On that white Victorian box,
      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
        G               C
On that white Victorian box, 
       F
I find buttons and bones, 
     Am                       G         F
tiny soldiers, toy trains and murder... 
      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
        G               C
On that white Victorian box,
      Am               C
Every night I pick the locks 
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and the ladies scream "Vain!!"