Crash Years taby ukulele według New Pornographers

F Am Dm C

    F              Am            Bb          C
The skirts go up, before the wall  among the madding crowds, 
    
     F                      Am                    Dm     C
They ruin, Like the rest of ruin, the rest of us ruin
          F                      Am           Bb           C
You are a living doll riding the circle tracks  behind the walls of clocks, 
        F                      Am                   Dm     C
In your ruin, Like the rest of ruin, the rest of us ruin     

 Bb                        F         C
Traffic will slow for the crash years
 Bb                             F         C      Dm     C
There's no other show like it 'round here, as a ru-u-ule
 Bb                        F            C
Windows will roll for the crash years 
        Bb                       F         C      Dm    C
There's no other show like it 'round here, as a ru-u-ule

F Ab F Ab
# (Whistlng part)

F Am Dm C

        F                     Am               Bb            C     
Now the candle's end, you are a light turned low  and like the rest of us,
                 F            Am               Dm     C
You've got those old, eternity blues, eternity blues
      F                              Am         Bb                C
Your fingers raised, you're looking for the word, what you want is accident
            F                 Am                 Dm    C
And not the drag, spectacular view, what you can lose

 Bb                         F         C
Traffic will slow for the crash years
 Bb                            F         C      Dm     C
There's no other show like it 'round here, as a ruuuule
 Bb                         F         C
Windows will close in the crash years 

Bb                          F        C      Dm     C
    Honey child, you're not safe here, as a ru-u-ule

F Ab F Ab
# (whistling part)

Bb 

F Am Dm C

 Bb                        F         C
Traffic will slow for the crash years
 Bb                             F         C      Dm     C
There's no other show like it 'round here, as a ru-u-ule
 Bb                        F            C
Windows will roll for the crash years 
        Bb                       F         C      Dm    C
There's no other show like it 'round here, as a ru-u-ule

F Ab F Ab
# (Whistling part)

        F                   Am            Dm                  C
And the ruins the wild, the ruins the wild, tonight will be an open mic.

# (Repeat six times and end on an F)