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  .....