Chords by Neil Wicker
     




       C *            C    
I forced myself to open my eyes
            Em7   G/f#  G      C
but if this hangover is killing me
    Am                  C                G
I died at least three times during the night
  G/f#  Em7         C      C *
and I dribbled on myself again
      C        Em7       G/f#    G        C
so anyone who told me I should shut my mouth
        Am          C            
turned out to be alright in the end
 


       C *                  G       G/f#      Em7
And I have to leave this place by god it's killing me
    C                 C *          G      G/f#    Em7          C
I guess I'll go to London on the train if the bastards not delayed
            C *          G      G/f#    Em7
and in the Barfly I'll think about my life
         C
or that time I played in Newbury
      C *
and nobody came.



        C                   C *          G     G/f#  Em7
and I know that somethings wrong but I don't know what
      C            C *                     G      G/f#     Em7        C
and I may not be alone but that's still life whether you like it or not
           C *               G     G/f#    Em7
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C                 C *         C  Am   G
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid


G                              C         C *
And maybe then I'll have some credibility
C      Em7        G/f#     G       C    Am  C
and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME
    C                 C *             G  G/f#  Em7 
I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth
           C                 C *          G
and they probably look for prettier than me.
 

Em7                 G                 D
Why do you call me grumpy anyway? 
         Em7            G                              D
when you can so often find me with a smile on my face,
C9            C9 *              G   G/f#   Em7
laughing at the chav boys and their spit for brains
          C
and their nineties fucking tracksuits
            C *
and their pretend MC names.

                  C           C *         G    G/f#   Em7
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
       C           C *                   G     G/f#     Em7        C
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
           C *               G     G/f#   Em7
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C                 C *         C  Am   G
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
 
        Em7                    G            D
Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight
 G                   G/f#                  Em7             D
that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played
  G                                           D
and the crowd will cheer me on from fret to fret
          C
and I'll have a record contract
        C *
and it might help me begin to forget

                 C           C *          G    G/f#   Em7
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
       C           C *                  G     G/f#     Em7         C
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
           C *               G     G/f#   Em7
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C                 C *         C  Am   G
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
          C            C *         Em7
and I'll be this way until I get laid
G/f#  G
good god.
         C               C *       C  Am
And all this is why I'm going so grey.