Tom: D5

Intro: D5 / D5 / E5 / E5 / G5 / G5 / Bb5 / A5
VERSE 1
D5                 E5                                       D5        
   I know this guy,  if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.
D5                              A5                                 G5
Some sit and wait for the ride      while others become the scene.
                                  E5                               G5
And he can see a Wednesday morning   like others see Friday night.
                      E5           A5               D5
It's all an open book,    it's just how you vandalise.

VERSE 2
D5                        E5                                   D5
A double on the shirttail    while the rest of us split on the seams.
                         A5                               
He talks about Art Blakey      and I pretend to know what he means..
 G5                                E5                              G5
    So now it's three gigs a night   while your girl digs up the UAE.
                             E5     A5                    
And burn up like a matchstick,   the whole damn city can see.

CHORUS
D5                 A5                  E5                      A5
   Do do do do do do     Do do do do do do  Do do do do do do 

VERSE 3
D5                         E5                           D5               
  The sun caught me hiding   just enough for someone to see
                          A5 
My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands cracking through the grit in my teeth
G5                      E5                                   G5
  So when did you decide   that there's only so much you can lose?
                     E5     A5                                 D5
The best choices come       just when there's nothing left to choose

CHORUS
D5                 A5                  E5                      A5
   Do do do do do do     Do do do do do do  Do do do do do do 
D5                 A5                  E5                      A5
   Do do do do do do     Do do do do do do  Do do do do do do 

BRIDGE
       B5                      E5
So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
              G5                    G5
'cause it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
B5       E5                   G5                     G5                
Yeah and hit while I sit here on my hands measuring compliments with a spoon
B5         E5            G5           G5
   And I'm never too far away.
D5                 E5                                      D5        
   I know this guy,  if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.
D5                              A5                               
Some sit and wait for the ride      while others become the scene.

REPEAT CHORUS TO END