Intro: D / D / E7 / E7 / Gsus2 / Gsus2 / Bb / A
VERSE 1
D Em7 D
I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.
D Am/C G
Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene.
Em7 G
And he can see a Wednesday morning like others see Friday night.
Em7 A7sus4 D
It's all an open book, it's just how you vandalise.
VERSE 2
D Em7 D
A double on the shirttail while the rest of us split on the seams.
Am/C
He talks about Art Blakey and I pretend to know what he means..
G Em7 G
So now it's three gigs a night while your girl digs up the UAE.
Em7 A7sus4
And burn up like a matchstick, the whole damn city can see.
CHORUS
D Am/C Em7 A7sus4
Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do
VERSE 3
D Em7 D
The sun caught me hiding just enough for someone to see
Am/C
My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands cracking through the grit in my teeth
G Em7 G
So when did you decide that there's only so much you can lose?
Em A D
The best choices come just when there's nothing left to choose
CHORUS
D Am/C Em7 A7sus4
Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do
D Am/C Em7 A7sus4
Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do
BRIDGE
Bm E7
So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
G Gm
'cause it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
Bm E7 G Gm
Yeah and hit while I sit here on my hands measuring compliments with a spoon
Bm E7 G Gm
And I'm never too far away.
D Em7 D
I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.
D Am/C
Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene.
REPEAT CHORUS TO END