A C#m The Pub talk, the scandals F#m Bm Bm7 D G Like vandals they try to tear you down. A C#m The whispers turn rumours F#m Bm Bm7 D G There's no truth but that don't stop those cats. A C#m They need that little bit extra F#m Bm Bm7 D G They don't mind if it's only conjecture. D E They tried to tell me I wasn't I full time D E I tried to think of an alibi Bm7 D I felt so awful I spat in their faces E And ran for my life A C#m F#m Bm Bm7 D G (x2) A C#m They need that little bit extra F#m Bm Bm7 D G They don't mind if it's only conjecture. D E They tried to tell me theirs was the right way D E I tried shout that that was a lie Bm7 D I felt so sick I spat on their life styles E With a run away pride! A C#m Untouched by human hands F#m Bm Bm7 D G 'Cause only God knows I don't call that a man A C#m Who spends his waking days F#m Bm Bm7 D G Telling others what to think and what to say D E They tried to tell me I wasn't normal D E I tried to say there's no such thing Bm7 D I felt so awful I spat in their faces E With a run away pride!
