A                          C#m                   Bm
A stream from your mouth of filth, gave me dog's abuse
    A               C#m                  Bm
And I, I was so indifferent, I was set apart
A                     C#m                     Bm                  E
And I, I was so ungrateful, had to change my voice just to get a part
A                 C#m               Bm                           E
Once you had the taste of cold lemonade, in those days you were made

[Chorus]
D                      C#m
I, I used to climb that tree
D                        E               A
You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain

[Instrumental]
A C#m (x2)

[Verse 2]
A                       C#m                        Bm
Fell from a stool in a pub where they played punk rock
    A                        C#m                      Bm
The floor in the punk rock club always flattens your hair
    A                       C#m                 Bm                         E
The floor in the friendly club, like revolving doors, fake cheap flashing lights
A                      C#m               Bm                        E
And a new wave track spins in your sore head, that's the best of things

[Chorus]
D                      C#m
I, I used to climb that tree
D                        E               A
You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain

[Outro]
A C#m (x5)
A