Biography:
Frightened Rabbit was an indie rock band which formed in 2003 in Glasgow, Scotland. The band consisted of Scott Hutchison (b. 20 November 1981, d. 9 May 2018), Billy Kennedy (guitar, keyboards), Grant Hutchison (drums, vocals), and Andy Monaghan (guitar, keyboards). The band has released five albums: "Sing the Greys" (2006), "The Midnight Organ Fight" (2008), "The Winter of Mixed Drinks" (2010), "Pedestrian Verse" (2013) and "Painting of a Panic Attack" (2016).
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Other songs:
- Fast Blood
- Fuck This Place
- Keep Yourself Warm
- My Backwards Walk
- Poke
- Acts Of Man
- An Otherwise Disappointing Life
- Backyard Skulls
- Be Less Rude
- Behave
- Blood Under The Bridge
- Boxing Night
- Break
- Candlelit
- Dead Now
- Death Dream
- Decembers Traditions
- Die Like A Rich Boy
- Fields Of Wheat
- Floating On The Forth
- Foot Shooter
- Fun Stuff
- Get Out
- Good Arms Vs Bad Arms
- Head Rolls Off
- Heads Roll Off
- Holy
- Home From War
- Housing In
- Housing Out
- How It Gets In
- I Feel Better
- I Wish I Was Sober
- Its Christmas So Well Stop
- Late March Death March
- Learned Your Name
- Little Drum
- Living In Colour
- Lump Street
- Nitrous Gas
- Not Miserable
- Nothing Like You
- Oil Slick
- Old Old Fashioned
- Rained On
- Roadless
- Set You Free
- Skip The Youth
- Snake
- Square 9
- Swim Until You Cant See Land
- The Greys
- The Loneliness And The Scream
- The Modern Leper
- The Twist
- The Woodpile
- The Wrestle
- Things
- Woke Up Hurting
- Yawns
- Yes I Would
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[Verse 1]
C Am
Daybreak comes with the devil's hum
G D
A carcass starts to breathe
C Am
Wakes one more time to try and find
G D
A place to count its teeth
C Am
And scrub the cuts from yesterday's
G D
Hot scuffle in the street
C Am
Show me the door
G D
I need somewhere to go
[Chorus 1]
C
Daylight
G
Woke up hurting
D C
With tarmac to my side
G
I woke up with dirty knees
D C
Not for the first time
G
I woke up hurting
D C
Though I can't quite say why
G
I woke up hurting
D G
Woke up hurting
G (x2)
[Verse 2]
C Am
Slug through the day, sneak between
G D
The houses I have made
C Am
And run sacred rivers up my sleeve
G D
Pills by mouth with lemonade
C Am
As the hours slow down, they all clock out
G D
Of the cracked up daily grind
C Am
I'm in a back back street, coming down
G D
I wait for the beam of light
C Am
Show me the door
G D
I need somewhere to go
[Chorus 2]
C
Midnight
G
Woke up hurting
D C
With tarmac to my side
G
I woke up with dirty knees
D C
Not for the first time
G
I woke up hurting
D C
Though I can't quite say why
G D
I woke up hurting
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
We should pray for abduction, pray it comes soon
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
Plan for Heaven, or Hell will do
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
We should pray for abduction, pray it comes soon
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
Plan for Heaven, or Hell will do
C Am
Daybreak comes with the devil's hum
G D
A carcass starts to breathe
C Am
Wakes one more time to try and find
G D
A place to count its teeth
C Am
And scrub the cuts from yesterday's
G D
Hot scuffle in the street
C Am
Show me the door
G D
I need somewhere to go
[Chorus 1]
C
Daylight
G
Woke up hurting
D C
With tarmac to my side
G
I woke up with dirty knees
D C
Not for the first time
G
I woke up hurting
D C
Though I can't quite say why
G
I woke up hurting
D G
Woke up hurting
G (x2)
[Verse 2]
C Am
Slug through the day, sneak between
G D
The houses I have made
C Am
And run sacred rivers up my sleeve
G D
Pills by mouth with lemonade
C Am
As the hours slow down, they all clock out
G D
Of the cracked up daily grind
C Am
I'm in a back back street, coming down
G D
I wait for the beam of light
C Am
Show me the door
G D
I need somewhere to go
[Chorus 2]
C
Midnight
G
Woke up hurting
D C
With tarmac to my side
G
I woke up with dirty knees
D C
Not for the first time
G
I woke up hurting
D C
Though I can't quite say why
G D
I woke up hurting
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
We should pray for abduction, pray it comes soon
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
Plan for Heaven, or Hell will do
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
We should pray for abduction, pray it comes soon
C
If all these southern tales are true
G D
Plan for Heaven, or Hell will do
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