Intro: Db Ab Bbm Gb The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak Ab Bbm Gb 'til lightning breached their bellies, Caesarean section washes pigment from every street Ab Bbm Gb And it's high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsolete Ab Bbm Gb Seems there's no place in this town, for something as pure as you seem Ab Bbm Gb I'm diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in Ab Bbm Gb Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist, in a shark-infested bin Ab Bbm Gb People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley Ab Bbm Gb I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing it in second class Db Bbm Db I heard that it hurts, and I said, oh Ab Bbm Gb Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time Ab Bbm Gb a constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime Ab Bbm Gb I requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and you Ab Bbm Db Gb And leave with all the dignity of a missed Panenka penalty Db Bbm Db I heard that it hurts, and I said Bbm F Gb I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me Db Bbm F She smiled at a joke, but I said Bbm F Gb I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me Bbm F Gb 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above me Interlude: Db Ab Bbm Gb Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote Ab Bbm Gb We're blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes Ab Bbm Gb Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon made Ab Bbm Gb Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter blade Db Bbm Db I heard that it hurts, and I said Bbm F Gb I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me Db Bbm F She smiled at a joke, but I said Bbm F Gb I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me Bbm F Gb 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above me Bbm F Gb I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me Bbm F Gb 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above me Ab Bbm Gb The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak Ab Bbm Gb And you hear them singing, in every room, from nursery to tomb Ab Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song
