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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
G
Black rings round your eyes
Dm
And you're spewing your lies
GDm
That you know is your old routine
Am
Spilling your drink
Em
With a nudge and wink
AmEm
As you boast about people you've been
G
Smoking your cigarette
Dm
Down to the butt
GDm
And your teeth are as black as the tar
Am
You tell them at sex
Em
You're a stud in the bed
AmEm
As you hang for your life on the bar
G
And you see your own peak
Dm
On the top of the mountain
GDm
Of bodies you trod on to get there
Am
Shit on me, shit on her
Em
Shit on you in the end
AmEm
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
GDm
As you tell her the person you once were
Am
She just sees you as trash
Em
But she creams at the cash
AmEm
That you might pay just to grope her
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[Verse 2]
GDm
And this town is a potpourri of disease
G
Can you smell the herpes
Dm
from the scum-sucking fucks
AmEm
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
GDm
Irritating your greedy cross-eyed sight
AmEm
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
GDm
And you've always been taken for long rides
Am
At the smell of the bribe
Em
You go jelly inside
AmEm
As you step up the gold ladder to big time
GDm
Kick them on the way up, kick you on the way down
GDm
And you'll need them all again in good time
Am
Your friend is the "yes" man
Em
Who sits by your side
AmEm
With his hand in your pocket all the time
G
And he's messing your head
Dm
Tries to get you in bed
GDm
Well it's all masturbation of a kind
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[Verse 3]
G
What you earn, heaven knows
Dm
It goes straight up your nose
GDm
And you strangle your health in the end
Am
And you're blinded by bull
Em
And you've really been full
AmEm
And it's driving you straight round the bend
G
And you're told that a smile
Dm
is so worth your while
GDm
Its what "yes" men call diplomacy
Am
It'll get you the goal
Em
But while losing the soul
AmEm
You're forgetting the quality
G
And you heave on your drink
Dm
As you're starting to think
GEm
That all that shines may not be larme
Am
But a cheap substitute
Em
That'll give you the boot
AmEm
You're just a stiff at a funeral party
G
Where you slouch on the bar
Dm
With your arm in the beer
GDm
Wearing yesterday's mascara today
Am
And it runs when you cry
Em
about living a lie
AmEm
And the lie's starting to fade away Fade away
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Fade away
