Intro:
F#m


Verse 1:
F#m                                         Bm            
Richard Divine made up his mind to take the last few steps to
E                                               F#m
the bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock himself in.
F#m                                              Bm
Steady young hands, meticulous plans, disposable razors and a
E                                                            F#m
blisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills, and a bath of hot water.



Chorus 1:
A                             C#7                 D
   He said hes not for sale, said that he felt hounded,
            B                                           F#m    F
crowded and surrounded by this life he didnt choose.


Verse 2:
F#m                                            Bm
He carefully wrote a funerary note on his best writing paper
E                                                            F#m          F
to set out the facts, and sealed it with wax, and left it in the kitchen.
F#m                                                     Bm
He left it out so his parents would know what there was waiting for them
E                                              F#m
pale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing carpet.


Chorus 2:
A                            C#7                 D
   He said hes not for sale, said that he felt hounded,
                 B                                    A
crowded and surrounded by this life he didnt choose.
                C#7                          D
But everybody plays this game on a daily basis.
                                 B
Theyre not heroes, theyre survivors,

and its not Shakespearian if they lose.


Bridge:  F#m  E   D  C#  (not sure)

F#m                                               E
So do what you want,do what you want, do what the voices tell you,
D                                                 C#
but don?t ever say, dont ever say that we didnt warn you
                        F#m   F F#m    F F#m   F F#m
Because we warned you.


Chorus 3:
A                        C#7                             D
    He said hes not for sale, but he bought into his failure.
                         B
Hes telling tales that hammer nails right into open palms.
A                   C#7                       D
   A martyr in reverse, he?s best at being worst,
                      B
the rest of us are cursed but we keep calm and we carry on.


Outro:  F#   C#7  D  E     F#  C#7  D
E
   So Richard, here it is:
A                        C#m                         D
   None of us are blameless, huddled here like strangers,
                     E                        
shameless in our lists of all the changes we say we need.
A                         C#7
    But I think that you knew that,
                         D                                  Eb (?) B      
you cant pretend its news that when you cut yourself youll bleed.