Chords by Neil Wicker
     




       C5 *            C5    
I forced myself to open my eyes
            E5   G/f#  G5      C5
but if this hangover is killing me
    A5                  C5                G5
I died at least three times during the night
  G/f#  E5         C5      C5 *
and I dribbled on myself again
      C5        E5       G/f#    G5        C5
so anyone who told me I should shut my mouth
        A5          C5            
turned out to be alright in the end
 


       C5 *                  G5       G/f#      E5
And I have to leave this place by god it's killing me
    C5                 C5 *          G5      G/f#    E5          C5
I guess I'll go to London on the train if the bastards not delayed
            C5 *          G5      G/f#    E5
and in the Barfly I'll think about my life
         C5
or that time I played in Newbury
      C5 *
and nobody came.



        C5                   C5 *          G5     G/f#  E5
and I know that somethings wrong but I don't know what
      C5            C5 *                     G5      G/f#     E5        C5
and I may not be alone but that's still life whether you like it or not
           C5 *               G5     G/f#    E5
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C5                 C5 *         C5  A5   G5
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid


G5                              C5         C5 *
And maybe then I'll have some credibility
C5      E5        G/f#     G5       C5    A5  C5
and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME
    C5                 C5 *             G5  G/f#  E5 
I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth
           C5                 C5 *          G5
and they probably look for prettier than me.
 

E5                 G5                 D5
Why do you call me grumpy anyway? 
         E5            G5                              D5
when you can so often find me with a smile on my face,
C5            C5 *              G5   G/f#   E5
laughing at the chav boys and their spit for brains
          C5
and their nineties fucking tracksuits
            C5 *
and their pretend MC names.

                  C5           C5 *         G5    G/f#   E5
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
       C5           C5 *                   G5     G/f#     E5        C5
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
           C5 *               G5     G/f#   E5
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C5                 C5 *         C5  A5   G5
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
 
        E5                    G5            D5
Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight
 G5                   G/f#                  E5             D5
that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played
  G5                                           D5
and the crowd will cheer me on from fret to fret
          C5
and I'll have a record contract
        C5 *
and it might help me begin to forget

                 C5           C5 *          G5    G/f#   E5
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
       C5           C5 *                  G5     G/f#     E5         C5
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
           C5 *               G5     G/f#   E5
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
        C5                 C5 *         C5  A5   G5
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
          C5            C5 *         E5
and I'll be this way until I get laid
G/f#  G5
good god.
         C5               C5 *       C5  A5
And all this is why I'm going so grey.