CAPO 1ST FRET C I apologise, F C seem to have arrived, Am E Am On what items in my bag from your house. C There's cutlery, F C a tablecloth, some Hennessy, Am E Am And a book on Presidents deceased. C I'll have them fed-exed to you, F C It was a strange thing to do, Am E Am I hope we can still be friends. C Ah, it was not me, F C but someone else, you see, Am E Am Twisting the steering reins. C Am Put a penny in the slot and make an E F C artificial li-ii-iight shine, F C F C Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line. C I don't give advise, F C But be wise and think twice, Am E Am Before getting involved in a game. C Where the minority F C Face the majority Am E Am Who are faceless and born without names. C Was it knock synch when F C we came across three men, Am E Am They had church candles wrapped in newspaper. C I bought two from them , F C And I'll lit one for you, Am E Am I hope the message made it's way down the wire. C Am Put a penny in the slot and make an E F C artificial li-ii-iight shine, F C F C Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line. C The soul of a dog, F C he's alive and not gone Am E Am To the farm like the others said. C A Rhodesian richback, F C Off the beaten track, Am E Am In a furniture shop down on the quays. C For the lonliness you foster, F C I suggest Paul Oster, Am E Am A book called Timbuktu. C Am Put a penny in the slot and watch the E F C Drunken sailor boy dance. F C Am She will not let you be C G Her lov-ver. F C Am She goes out looking for C G The taxi. F C Am Her phone is ringing straight to C G Message-minder. F C Am Send out a battalion to C G Find her. C Am Put a penny in the slot and count the E F C Swans through a te-elescope. Am C I can't help from cryin' F C I wish you were mine. C When I was seventeen, F C I followed my dream , Am E Am Up into a high-rise block. C The adventures of Augie March, F C By Saul Bel-low, Am E Am Was all I had for company. C At night time I'd lie F C In Beckingham pike, Am E Am With tears like flashbulbs. C And recall my treasure- F C Searching days, Am E Am In the rock pools as a kid. C To the remains of F C The cherub plains, Am E Am Or around the bonfire in Nailors? cove. C Good company and grief F C Sit like a dock leaf, Am E Am Sits beside a stinging nett-le. C Am Put a penny in the slot and make an E F C artificial li-ii-iight shine, F C F C Leave go-ooo. My golden arm