INTRO
G (320003@1)VERSE 1

GA (320003@1)mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food 
                     C (x32010@1)takes a long time to pass you by
GDay (320003@1)upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a 
          Cdollar (x32010@1)in this old town
GHovering (320003@1)silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style
                         CI (x32010@1)don't like this place, We better go
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Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure 
       Cas (x32010@1)the cold driven snow

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VERSE 2

GWhat (320003@1)did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind?
                                    CThere (x32010@1)was noises, distractions from anything good and the old prison food
GColour (320003@1)my life with the chaos of trouble
GCause (320003@1)anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid

on your back
                           DWith (xx0232@1)the boy with the arab strap
                           GWith (320003@1)the boy from the arab strap

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VERSE 3

GIt's (320003@1)something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled
                          CDo (x32010@1)you ever feel you have gone too far?
GEveryone (320003@1)suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
    C (x32010@1)                                                 DThe (xx0232@1)Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist clientele
  GA (320003@1)central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with 
              Cyour (x32010@1)lewd and lascivious boasts
   GWe (320003@1)all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing
                                                          CWe (x32010@1)know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again
                               DYou're (xx0232@1)the boy with the filthy laugh
                             GYou're (320003@1)the boy with the arab strap

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VERSE 4

GStrapped (320003@1)to the table with suits from the shelter shop
                                         C (x32010@1)
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm
GWhat (320003@1)do you make of the cool set in London?
                                                   CYou're (x32010@1)constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
                               DShe's (xx0232@1)a waitress and she's got style
                                   GSunday (320003@1)bathtime could take a while