[Intro] (Bbm9) Yeah, crossing the pond, losing the words. (Ebm7) Scouse gold on a Village block. [Verse 1] (Bbm9) Scottish born, Village torn, letters look like jagged glass (Gbmaj7) Never learned to read or write, skipping every single class (Ebm7) NYC skyline looking like a copied file (F7#9) CIA GPS tracking every single mile (Bbm9) Ripping off the Northern nights, claiming that it's original (Gbmaj7) Gold chains heavy but the trauma is invisible (Ebm7) Placed in a crib where the shadows used to creep (F7#9) Concrete jungle got me losing all my sleep [Chorus] (Abm7) Liverpool life in a jazzed up state (Db13) Bling on the neck but the heart holds weight (Gbmaj7) Kids won't stand and the kids won't play (Cbmaj7) When the real daddy comes and takes the breath away [Verse 2] (Bbm9) Stepping through the Village with a pocket full of stones (Gbmaj7) Hearing distant echoes in the marrow of my bones (Ebm7) Upright bass walking heavy on the avenue (F7#9) Horns blasting loud for the things we never knew (Bbm9) Satellites spinning, ripping off the legacy (Gbmaj7) Paranoia hitting like a twisted kind of ecstasy (Ebm7) Staring at the buildings, swearing they were mine before (F7#9) Rich in the pocket but the spirit's born poor [Chorus] (Abm7) Liverpool life in a jazzed up state (Db13) Bling on the neck but the heart holds weight (Gbmaj7) Kids won't stand and the kids won't play (Cbmaj7) When the real daddy comes and takes the breath away [Bridge] (Ebm7) Silence in the room when the family tree snaps (Ab7) Filling in the blanks with the torn up maps (Dbmaj7) Can't read the history, can't write the pain (Gbmaj7) Just washing all the gold in the Northern rain [Outro] (Bbm9) Yeah. The real ones know. (F7#9) Take the breath away. (Bbm9) Village streets to the Mersey beat. We out.
