Robbie Williams - Blasphemy: Ukulele Chords

      E                    Esus4
The egyptians built their pyramids,
     E           Esus4
the romans did, what they did.
    F#m               C#m
now everything's come down to this,
F#m               A      B
it's just you and I our KID!
     E                 Esus4
we could, send a million to the moon,
      E             Esus4
but why can't I get on with you?
     F#m          C#m
with cellophane around my mouth,
F#m              A       B
stops the anger seeping out.

C#m                G#7
our deaf and dumb dinners,
F#m           A
gravy in the mud,
C#m             G#7
no singles just fillers,
    F#m              A
sometimes, i wish i could,
B7
but,

Chorus:
E         Esus4 E Esus4
i can't behave.
   F#m             C#m
I know its not the heathen in me,
     F#m                   A       B
it's just that I've been bleeding lately,
E      Esus4 E            Esus4
Internally, Don't turn to me.
F#m                    C#m
bite your tongue, the torrid weapon,
F#m               A       B
you could learn a useful lesson.

D                           A
what's so great about the great depression?
F#m                    B
was it a blast for you?
cause its blasphemy.

Words cut like a knife through Vaseline
You can't really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
Tourettes make them come out that way
"Wish I was here", well I wish you weren't
Your gift of anger's better burnt
If nothing's said and nothing's learnt
I thought I wasn't but I'm really hurting

Our deaf and dumb dinners
There's gravy in the mud and...

Chorus:
I can't behave
No, it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately
Internally, don't turn to me
And I'll bide my tongue, the torrid weapon
I could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the great depression?
Was it a blast for you?
Blasphemy

Cmaj7         Gmaj7
our great adventures.
Dmaj7             Amaj7
christmas, in the snow.
Cmaj7        Gmaj7
senile dementia maybe,
F#m            B7
what a way, to go.

Chorus:
I can't behave
I know it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately
Internally, so turn to me
But bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
Ain't it great this great depression?
It's not a blast for me
It's blasphemy