Bm       F#m            D  A 
Upon the sand, upon the bay 
Bm          F#m            D        A 
"There is a quick and easy way" you say 
           Bm 
Before you illustrate 
F#m        D     A 
I'd rather state: 
Bm           F#m             D 
"I'm not the man you think I am 
A   Bm              F#m     D  A 
I'm not the man you think I am" 

    Bm       F#m D  A 
And Sorrow's native son 
   Bm               F#m  D  A 
He will not smile for anyone 
    Bm     F#m        D  A 
And Pretty Girls Make Graves 
C#m A C#m A C#m Ab 
Oh... 

Bm         F#m              D   
End of the pier, end of the bay 
A   Bm              F#m     D        A 
You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust, 
     Bm         F#m D       
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll 
A       D 
Soon be dust... " 

    Bm          F#m             D 
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am 
A   Bm              F#m     D A 
I'm not the man you think I am 
    Bm       F#m D  A 
And Sorrow's native son 
   Bm              F#m  D  A 
He will not rise for anyone 
    Bm     F#m        D  A 
And Pretty Girls Make Graves 
C#m A C#m A C#m Ab 
Oh... 

Bm           F#m             D 
I could have been wild and I could have 
     A 
Been free 
    Bm                 F#m       D 
But Nature played this trick on me 
A            Bm 
She wants it Now 
                 F#m 
And she will not wait 
              D 
But she's too rough 
             A 
And I'm too delicate 
Bm           F#m 
Then, on the sand 
 D           A            Bm 
Another man, he takes her hand 
F#m            D             A 
A smile lights up her stupid face 
     Bm       F#m 
(and well, it would) 
  D                A 
I lost my faith in Womanhood 
  Bm               F#m 
I lost my faith in Womanhood 
  D       A 
I lost my faith... 
C#m A C#m A C#m Ab 
Oh... 

Hand in glove... 
The sun shines out of our behinds... 
Oh...