E Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips, E She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips, A She's got deep brown eyes, E That've seen it all. E Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue E The bar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes" A She went down, E on almost anyone. Gbm A From the hard time living 'til the Chelsea days, Gbm B From when her hair went sweet blonde 'til the day it turned grey She said; Chorus: E A l.i.f.e.g.o.e.s.o.n. B A You've got more than money and sense, my friend E A B A You've got heart, and your going your own way. E A l.i.f.e.g.o.e.s.o.n. B A What you don't have now will come back again E A B A You've got heart, and your going your own way. E Some people wear their history like a map on their face, E And Joey was an artist just living out of case, A E But his best work, was his letters home. E His standard works of fiction about imaginary success, E The Chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends, A E But to a writer, the truth is no big deal. Gbm A From the hard time living to the sleepless nights, Gbm B And the black and blue body from the weekend fights He'd say; Chorus -2x-: Dbm A E B On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky E A Dbm B Just breathe in the air and blink in the light Dbm A E B On my last night on earth, I'll pay a high price E A E B To have no regrets and be done with my life
