Look What I Stole For Us, Darling by the Fatima Mansions
From the Fatima Mansions’ 1990 Viva Dead Ponies album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. No capo.
VERSE 1
I’m at [A7] tacking the ones who are weakest of all
On their [A7] dim walk to work with their eyes slit so small
For the [A7] dawn and the path and their shekels of mine
[A7] Fortune won’t smile, I must be brutal or die
INTERLUDE 1
[A7]
Now I [A7] live by the railway with the rest of the coven
In a [A7] hovel vibrating lit by tandoori [D] ovens
[D] Where we keep the [F6] ranso [A7] mees
[A7] We get raided on Fridays, we get drunk when they leave us
[A7] We discuss ways to die, ways we could have gone [D] wrong
[D] We don’t mention the now
[D] We can see no way out
[D] We draw skulls on the walls
[D] We draw blood from our [C] balls
[C] We play catch with the rats
[C] Still the silence won’t [Bb6] crack though we heave and we hack
CHORUS 1
[F] Look what I stole [Eb]
[F] Look what I stole for [Eb] us, darling
[F] Look what I stole [Eb]
[C7] Maybe we’re dead, I for [F] got [Ebmaj7] [F]
[C7] They’re hunting us, so maybe not [Ebmaj7] [F]
INTERLUDE 2
[A7]
[A7] Oh let us mention her torso: heat, electrical chaos
[A7] If it burst she would die, oh, oh, oh
[D] Wasn’t it kind of her to let me [A7] in?
[A7] Will it get fat when it’s older
[A7] Get all riddled with cancer
[A7] While she stays with (the) same person who is fucking me [D] now?
[D] See the view from above of the sofa of love
[D] With the roof cut away, cars and people out [C] there
[C] And the stains spreading out and out, blood running [Bb6] cold
CHORUS 2
[F] Look what I stole [Eb]
[F] Look what I stole for [Eb] us, darling
[F] Look what I stole [Eb]
[F] Look what I stole for [Eb] us, darling
[F] We used to be [Eb]
[F] Human beings [Eb]
[F] Not anymore [Eb]
[C7] I’ll have her washed and brought to you [F] [Ebmaj7] [F]
[C7] So you, my wife, can know her too [F] [Ebmaj7] [F]