Arctic Monkeys — Crying Lightning (ver 2) Chords

These are just the chords if you were to just play and sing the song, there are
other tabs which have all the fills and riffs if you wanted to incorporate them. 
pretty sure this is right.





Am          F           Am             F
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
         Am           F     C     E
You were practicing a magic trick
       Am           F            Am         F
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
       Am           F        C   E
On the last of your pick and mix


                           Am              F                   Am         F
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
       Am            F          C    E
As you bit into your strawberry lace
           Am             F              Am         F
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                Am              F        C    E
Is all you have left and it was going to waste


Am
Your past—times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying lightning

And how you like to aggravate the ice—cream man on rainy afternoons


                     Am            F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
       Am             F
It was on it's way to meet you
Am          F              C    E
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                    Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
         Am              F
But your profile did not hide
             Am           F              C      E
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne


            Am           F                 Am       F
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
                    Am                 F            C   E
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
             Am            F             Am            F
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
          Am           F                C    E
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw


         F              Dm      
And your past—times, consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
      Am
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
                    Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons


F    Dm
Uninviting
    Am 
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
        F      Dm        Am
You are crying lightning



Your past—times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning


     F              Dm
Your past—times, consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
      
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying