|E| |E| |E| |E|





E                             B    E

Got out really early from the factory

B                          E

Drivin' like a nut in the rain

                                 B     E

I don't think I was actin' so hysterically

       B

But I didn't see a thing until it came

A

Met the dumb suburbos in the takeaway

B                             E

Beating up the Chinee at the counter

   A                          B          E

I put a few inside me at the end of the day

   B                                        

I took out my revenge on the revolution counter





E

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

        B

You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message

E

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

A                B   

Into a brand new car







In walks Bud with his exploding nose

He'd been giving it maximum today

He shouted how the devil

You in trouble I suppose

But all you ever do is run away

Turned up the motor into hyper-drive

I wasn't gonna take any of that

Don't get bright ideas about a suicide

'cause all I ever hear

Is zoom wam bam past me







Crawlin' from the wreckage Crawlin' from the wreckage

You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message

Crawlin' from the wreckage Crawlin' from the wreckage

Into a brand new car





E                   A7

Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage

E                   A7

Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage

E                   A7

Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage







|B| |F# B| |B F#| |B| |B| |F# B| |D5 C#5| |B|







Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Bits of me are scattered

In the trees and in the hedges

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before

I see it all through flashes of depression

I dry up my drink and hear

People running for the door

God I make some kind of impression

'cause when I'm disconnected from the driving wheel

I'm only half the man I should be

But metal hitting metal isn't all I feel

And everything is good as

It possible could be



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

You'd think by now at least that

Half my brain would get the message

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Bits of me are scattered

In the trees and in the hedges

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling, crawling

Crawling from the wreckage