Crying Lightning chords by Arctic Monkeys

(intro) Am  F  Am  E
     Am  G  C  G#

 Am     F      Am     E
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
      Am     G   C   G#
You were practicing a magic trick
     Am     F      Am     E
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
    Am      G    C   G#
On the last of your pick and mix

                 Am       F
Said you're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught
Am      E
cold before
    Am       G     C   G#
As you bit into your strawberry lace
              Am       F     Am      E
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
        Am       G     C   G#
Is all you had left and it was going to waste

Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

Am (Strum Once)
           Am        F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
    Am       E
It was on it's way to meet you
Am       G    C     G#
Thinking of excuses to postpone
           Am        F
You never look like yourself from the side
     Am        E
But your profile could not hide
       Am       G     C      G#
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

      Am      F          Am
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
E           Am         G      C    G#
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
       Am       F      Am       E
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
   Am         G       C    G#
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

    F        Dm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
   Am
And twisted and deranged
   Am                   F
And I hate that little game you had called
    Dm
Crying lightning
          Am                      F
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
  Dm
Uninviting
  Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
    F    Dm
You are crying lightning

(Am)

Am          Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
   Am
And twisted and deranged
    Am                   F
And I hate that little game you had called

    Dm      Am
Crying lightning
    Am      F
Crying lightning
    Dm      Am
Crying lightning
    Am
Crying lightning

  F        Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
   Am
And twisted and deranged
    Am                   F
And I hate that little game you had called
      Dm