Eb Bb
The chefs are in the alleyway throwing down
Eb Bb
They're high on PCP when I'm around
Gm C
They don't recall a thing or their favourite meal
Eb Bb
'Til they are coming down
Eb Bb
They smack me in the eyes and take my sight
Eb Bb
You cut my world in half, baby - you're my knight
Gm C
A bag o' lazy spine I can take my life
Eb Bb
When I am coming down
Eb Bb
When I am coming down
Gm C Eb Bb
When I am coming down
Eb Bb
You amputate my hands and they grow back
Eb Bb
There's phantoms to replace the world I had
Gm C
I'm too lazy to invent a brand new MID
Eb Bb
When I am coming down
Eb Bb
The scenery of saints and stained-glass walls
Eb Bb
You get a little badge and you stand tall
Gm C
You needy been this shit of suburban sprawl
Eb Bb
When you are coming down
Eb Bb
Oh you are coming down
Gm C Eb Bb
Oh you are coming down
Eb Bb
So suck the money-phonic noise and golden hits
Eb Bb
They write them in two seconds, it's a piece of piss
Gm C
I let a little love slip from my lips
Eb Bb
When I am coming down
Eb Bb
Yeah I am coming down
Gm C Eb Bb
Oh I am coming down
Eb Bb
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
Eb Bb
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
Eb Bb
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
Gm C
You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff
Eb Bb
And you are coming down
Eb Bb
Yeah you are coming down
Eb Bb
Oh you are coming down