(Intro)
B Fis/B Fis /F

BDoC  Fis  
BWaFis/Bh    Fis   [/F]  
BOhFis/Bb      Cis   Fis  
BHaFis/Bbnging about down the market street
FisI spent a lot of time on my feet
BWhFis/Bben I saw some passing yabbos
BWeCis diFisd 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

BAlEl Bthe young punks
ELaugh your life
B/EbCos tB/Ebhere cisain't much to cry for
BAlEl Bthe young cunts
FisLive it now
cisCos Bthere 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

AYou gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
AYou'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