Аккорды к песне Arctic Monkeys — Plastic tramp

Intro 
 
F#m  C x2 
 
 
Verse 
 
F#m                         C 
He looks as if he hasn't slept, his hair is purposely unkept 
 F#m                       C 
And then he knew his people wept, when you crafted your plan 
 F#m                    C 
The shadows underneath the eyes, and everywhere the bastard lies 
F#m                           C 
My lack of Proof is your disguise, you won't remember me 
 
 
Chorus 
 
     F#m                        C 
There's nothing really I can say, but sorry mate and walk away 
       F#m                   C 
I could be wrong unless you play your game, 
   F#m 
This world is cruel and most unkind 
 C                  F#m                       C 
And horrible is redefined, I can't imagine that you'd mind at all 
 
F#m  C x2 
 
 
Verse 
 
     F#m 
You're lying again, you're conscious ain't your friend 
     C 
And the only thing your sobbing out is your imagination, 
F#m                                    C 
Lying again you're conscious ain't your friend and the only thing your sobbing out is your imagination 
F#m                     C                F#m                      C 
Is he really on the street, desperation on deceit and what he's wearing on his feet won't solve our mystery, 
 
 
Breakdown 
 
  C#m           F#m          C#m           F#m 
And I  Am baffled by how you stand there, soaking it in 
 C#m               F#m         Am     G#m      Hm        Am   G#m      Hm 
And Do you hide your identity where you hide your grin, better hide your grin 
 
(PLAY NOTHING) 
Shadows underneath the eyes, everywhere the bastard lies 
My lack of Proof is your disguise, you won't remember me 
 
F#m  C x2 
 
 
Chorus 
 
F#m                          C 
There's nothing really I can say, but sorry mate and walk away 
F#m                         C 
I could be wrong unless you play your game, 
   F#m 
This world is cruel and is most unkind 
  C                 F#m                     C 
And horrible is redefined, I can't imagine that you'd mind at all 
  F#m 
You're lying again, you're conscious ain't your friend 
     C 
And the only thing your sobbing out is your imagination, 
F#m                                    C                           F#m 
Lying again you're conscious ain't your friend and the only thing your sobbing out is your imagination