Concrete Feet (acoustic)

D Asus4 F#m G Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh D G Sat In Vicky Park… Asus4 G Let it all out, to a bottle, on a bench. D G He said this city, is a criminal, a highway man, a thief. Asus4 Stole my perseverance, It made off with my mental health, G It dumped me off at tower bridge with concrete on my feet and I’m struggling. D G Oh and I’m struggling. Asus4 I’m looking for some guidance, Can you spare an ounce of strength? G So I can take this fucking sorry arse of mine back home to bed. D Asus4 F#m G Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh And the bottle it said… D Everybody makes decisions they regret sometimes, F#m Asus4 Everyone makes certain judgements based on plans that never seem to find their way to a conclusion. G They change tact, they double back on promises they’ve made to themselves. D F#m But you won’t find the answers at the bottom of a bottle, Asus4 Cheap cider never paved the way for any kind of progress to be made. G But for what it’s worth, it’s one thing that I know, F#m You’ve got to let some parts die to let other parts grow. Asus4 D G Asus4 D Asus4 You’ll always make mistakes, you’ll always fuck shit up. F#m You will sometimes make bad choices and blame that shit on bad luck. G You will often face decisions that you do not want to make, D And you’ll find yourselves on paths that you did not mean to take. There is always an answer. Asus4 There is always a lesson. F#m A lining of silver around every situation. G And asking for help is not the same thing as failing.