Intro A
A D E
With thirteen lovers I hid beneath the covers
A D E
got staples in my hands for my time
A F#
With the radio low so the folks don't know
D E
I proceed with my passion of crime...
A D E
And though somewhat obtuse, I've been told this abuse
A D E
will more than likely make me go blind
A F#
But with a heart that's aching, it's a risk worth taking
D E A
'cause true love, they say, is so hard to find...
A D E
A D E
A D E
Why can't she see what she's doing to me
A D E
If that bandstand girl only was here
A F#
And I'm living the dream, getting lost on the screen,
D E
doing Presley in front of the mirror...
A D E
Hanging around, getting high on the sounds
A D E
of the ladies and electric guitars
A F#
Cross a double yellow line to who knows where
D E A
with six sets of glory a night in some bar...
D A E A AAA
Midwest midnight
D A E A
Ten thousand watts of holy light
F#m D A E
from my radio so clear...
D A E A AAA D A E A
Bodies glistening, everybody's listening
F#m D E (hold and drone on this E)
as the man plays all the hits that you want to hear.
A D E
With a will to believe, and my songs on my sleeve
A D E
If only I'd known from the start
A F#
Such a sensitive toy, for a suburban boy
D E
who believed he was suffering for art...
A D E
But then something went wrong
A D E
and he watched as his songs
A D E
met a slow death of silence, but worse
A F#
He was taken to task, by some critic who asked,
D E A
"Do you write the words or lyrics first..."
Bridge: A
I hear 'em callin':
(everything on the bridge is played in single not chops with two part call and answer vocals)
A
"Boy, you should be grateful
D
to get your foot inside the door.
G
You know there's thousands out there
A
who would take your place...
A
This attitude of yours, my son,
D
well, it lacks the due respect...
G G/F#
You bite the hand that feeds you--
D E
even if you're never fed..."
A D E
Chasing the fame keeps 'em all in the game
A D E
But money's still the way they keep score
A F#
And nobody told you that you would get older
D E
strung out like some Avenue whore...
A D E
Waiting release, getting shot through the grease,
A D E
some L.A. madonna's maligned
A F#
And New York's calling just to see if you've heard
D
'bout the great English band
E A
they just signed....
Take me back to...
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