E                           A 
They looked at my postcode, they asked me to speak 
       B7                E 
It was then I decided my prospects were bleak. 
                                      A 
Well it may be through goose rule, it may be through God 
E                        B7           E 
One day there's gonna be blood on the quad. 
                   A            E 
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad 
A         E             B7           E 
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad. 

            E                          A 
They'd been punting on the Backs; they drank a crate of Becks 
            B7                                E 
Smashed the punts up with an axe, now they're going to drop their kecks. 
                                   A 
Well they say not to spoil them by sparing the rod 
       E                            B7           E 
You'll know I complied when there's blood on the quad. 
                   A            E 
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad 
A         E             B7           E 
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad. 


Can you hear Talvin Singh? 
E                  A            E 
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad 
A         E             B7           E 
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad. 
A         E             B7           E 
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad. 

   A             E                   B7       E 
It sounds like a class rant but it's really because 
         E               A                 B7       E 
I am the landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade 
                A                 B7       E 
Landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade. 
                   A            E 
Blood on the quad, blood on the quad 
A         E             B7           E 
Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.