Sam Fender - Seventeen Going Under Chords
[G] [C] [F] [C] I re[G]member, the sickness was forever, [C]I re[F]member, stock vide[C]os. Cold Sep[G]tembers, the distances we covered, the fist fights [C]on the beach. [F] And this is when we stop, [C]do it all again next week. [G] An embryonic love, the first time [C]that it scar[F]red. Embarrassed yourself for some[C]one, crying like a [G]child. And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in, still bugs [C]me [F]now. That’s the thing it [C]lingers, It claws you when you’re down.
[G] [C] [F] [C] [G]I was far too scared of him, but I would hit him [C]in a heartbeat [F]now. That’s the thing with [C]anger, It begs to stick around. [G] So it can feast you of your beauty, and leave you spending [C]out to [F]other. Cause you hurt the ones who [C]love you, you hurt them like they’re [G]nothing. [F] [C]You hurt them like they’re [G]nothing. [F] [C]You hurt them like they’re [G]nothing.
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C] [F] [C] [G]I spent my teenage years, spi[C]ralling in [F]silence And I armed myself with a [C]grip. Cause I was always a fucking [G]joke, buried in their humour. Amongst some white [C]noise and [F]boy’s boys. Locker room talk and [C]lad’s lads. Drenched in cheap drink and [G]stank of fags, a mirrored picture of my old man. “Oh god the [C]kid’s a dab [F]hand canny chatter, but he looks [C]sad” God, the [A]kid looks [G]so sad. [C] [F] [C]He looks [G]so sad. [C] [F] [C]
She said “the [G]debt the debt the debt”, so I thought about shifting gear. [C]And how she [F]wept and wept and wept, the [C]luck came down on her. I see my [G]mother, the DWP see a number. She cries on the [C]phone in [F]cover, I’m 17 going [C]under, I’m 17 going [G]under. [C] [F] [C]I’m 17 going [G]under…
[C] [F] [C] Ohohoho[G]ah no oh Oaho[C]hoa[F]hoah [C]woa oh Ohohoho[G]ah no oh Oaho[C]hoa[F]hoah [C]woa oh hey! [G] [C] [F] [C]woa oh Woahohoh[G]oh woa oh. Woa[C]hoho[F]hoahoh [C]woa oh. Woa[A]hoho[G]hoh [C]woa oh. Woa[C]hoho[F]hohoh woa oh. [A] [G] [C] [F] [C]