Intro: A
verse 1
A
This week's cash for last week's grass
D Bm
Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait
A
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads
D Bm
Roasting away on a sunny summer day
E F#m D
(Or, okay, an August night anyway)
verse 2
E
And you're living on air
F#m
While on the 25th floor, up there
D E
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
D E F#m
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
D E
All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape
verse 3
A
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
D
She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
Bm E F#m D
Which is thirty-seven, by the way and not twenty-eight
E F#m
And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care
D E
I have been your bride stripped bare since '98
D E F#m
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
D E
It's a gas now. It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it"
Instrumental: A D Bm
verse 4
A D
This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate
Bm
When you starved and never ate
A D
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
Bm E F#m D
As you roam on silk ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake
Verse 5
E F#m
Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear
D E
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
D E F#m
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
D E
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged
Outro: A D Bm