Written by Ben Mullins
Transcribed by Mark Na-Na ([email protected])
G D C G
She left the phonebox shouting delirious, she's delirious
G D C G
He is the king of the crop in all of his lunacy, in his lunacy
Am G
All the boys in this town
Am G
They've all got big black eyes
Am G
And the girls are really sweet
C D
Or they're clever until they're tired
G Am D
And you know sleep it don't come easy
G Am D
If sleep bothers to come at all
G f# Em Am D
In the land of give and take
G Am D G Am D
King Idiot falls, King Idiot falls
He met her outside Lucky's Tracoria
Was she the real thing or just a facsimile, a facsimile
And rumours are being fueled
By minerals and turpentine
Hey Lisa, the city's dead
But it's not getting any quieter
And sleep it don't .....