Key: G Intro: G Verse 1: G Black rings round your eyes Dm And you're spewing your lies G Dm That you know is your old routine Am Spilling your drink Em With a nudge and wink Am Em As you boast about people you've been G Smoking your cigarette Dm Down to the butt G Dm And your teeth are as black as the tar Am You tell them at sex Em You're a stud in the bed Am Em As you hang for your life on the bar G And you see your own peak Dm On the top of the mountain G Dm Of bodies you trod on to get there Am Shit on me, shit on her Em Shit on you in the end Am Em And they won't even lend you the bus fare G Now you're boring the pants off Dm The tart on the dance-floor G Dm As you tell her the person you once were Am She just sees you as trash Em But she creams at the cash Am Em That you might pay just to grope her
Interlude: Dm A Dm A Dm E Am C F Bm E G Verse 2: G Dm And this town is a potpourri of disease G Can you smell the herpes Dm from the scum-sucking fucks Am Em That hang around the same suckers each mid-night Am You were being your photo Em And spouting your promo G Flicking back your limp quiff Dm That's as limp as your dick G Dm Irritating your greedy cross-eyed sight Am Em Oh Christ and you're greasing up now Am To the creepy old cow Em That would sell out your mother and besides G Your sell-out assured Dm You were always a whore G Dm And you've always been taken for long rides Am At the smell of the bribe Em You go jelly inside Am Em As you step up the gold ladder to big time G Dm Kick them on the way up, kick you on the way down G Dm And you'll need them all again in good time Am Your friend is the "yes" man Em Who sits by your side Am Em With his hand in your pocket all the time G And he's messing your head Dm Tries to get you in bed G Dm Well it's all masturbation of a kind Interlude: Dm A Dm A Dm E Am C F Bm E G Verse 3: G What you earn, heaven knows Dm It goes straight up your nose G Dm And you strangle your health in the end Am And you're blinded by bull Em And you've really been full Am Em And it's driving you straight round the bend G And you're told that a smile Dm is so worth your while G Dm Its what "yes" men call diplomacy Am It'll get you the goal Em But while losing the soul Am Em You're forgetting the quality G And you heave on your drink Dm As you're starting to think G Em That all that shines may not be larme Am But a cheap substitute Em That'll give you the boot Am Em You're just a stiff at a funeral party G Where you slouch on the bar Dm With your arm in the beer G Dm Wearing yesterday's mascara today Am And it runs when you cry Em about living a lie Am Em And the lie's starting to fade away Fade away Interlude: Dm A Dm A Dm E Am C F Bm E Dm A Dm A Dm E Am C F Bm E Fade away
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