INTRO G5 VERSE 1 G5 A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food C5 takes a long time to pass you by G5 Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a C5 dollar in this old town G5 Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style C5 I don't like this place, We better go G5 Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure C5 as the cold driven snow D5 G5 VERSE 2 G5 What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind? C5 There was noises, distractions from anything good and the old prison food G5 Colour my life with the chaos of trouble G5 Cause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid on your back D5 With the boy with the arab strap G5 With the boy from the arab strap G5 C5 G5 C5 D5 C5 G5 VERSE 3 G5 It's something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled C5 Do you ever feel you have gone too far? G5 Everyone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton C5 D5 The Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist clientele G5 A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with C5 your lewd and lascivious boasts G5 We all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing C5 We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again D5 You're the boy with the filthy laugh G5 You're the boy with the arab strap G5 C5 G5 C5 VERSE 4 G5 Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop C5 Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm G5 What do you make of the cool set in London? C5 You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks D5 She's a waitress and she's got style G5 Sunday bathtime could take a while