Summersong taby ukulele według Tom Milsom

We're running out of water
F C
Summer's turning out to be too hot
A Dm Bb
For going out except in shade
C F

The sun keeps rising every day
And I hate how it just stays that way
The nights are too short these days

I keep on thinking how mankind
Would shrivel up and burn and die
If we were fired into the sun

the noise cuts off my head some days
I wish that I was dead in ways
I'm better now I'm only one

But that's just how it's got to be
Bb
I need to get used to it
F
Six billion people people think that me
Bb
Is more important than the rest
F
But that's just how it's meant to be
C
There's people living who aren't me
Bb F

[Awesome ending]
F, Bb, C#