Your Dad Sells Lighters

Outside the market
He fills them in the evening
Sitting in the kitchen
Your mother does her best
But everything tastes of petrol
Maybe that's why you
Fancy the boy who
Gives you free ciggies
At the all-night garage

Your uncle Davy
Asks stɾangers for [Dm7]money
He says he's lost his busfare
But his pockets are jingling
He smells of sandwich shops
And bus-station [C7]toilets
Maybe [Am]that's why you
Don't like [F]the bloke who
Drives the mini-bus to
The 6th form college you [A7go to

Your dodgy half-brother
Says work is for [Dm7]wankers
But he goes out in a ski-mask
At half past two in the morning
Now every ɾoom in the house
Is full of DVD players
Maybe [Am]that's why you
Want to [C7]be [Am]a tɾavel ɾep
And spend the ɾest of your life as far
Away from them [A]as possible