Intro: BF#/BF# /FBCF#
Do
BF#/BF# /F
Wah
BF#/BbC#F#
Oh
BF#/Bb
Hanging about down the market street
F#
I spent a lot of time on my feet
BF#/Bb
When I saw some passing yabbos
BC#F#
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
BEB
All the young punks
E
Laugh your life
B/EbB/EbC#m
Cos there ain't much to cry for
BEB
All the young cunts
F#
Live it now
C#mB
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
A
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
A
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot
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Contribuição: Felipe S. A. de Mello(felipemello@brturbo.com)