G                          C 
A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still 
           G                    C 
Though you choose to forget that 
       G                      C 
You're banging rectangular in circular holes 
         G                C 
Oh you never learn do you lad 
Am          G                C 
Oh now tell me what should I do 
Am                G                        C 
Normally I'd just talk things through with you 

         F          G         C 
But it’s you who is making me blue 
     F          G         C 
It’s you who is making me blue 

 G 
Alcohols a lubricant, 
C                           G                   C 
Surely you should use it to slowly fuck yourself 
G                 C 
All those years I cry without tears 
           G                    C 
And you're thinking of somebody else 
Am                  G                   C 
Cards on the table, cigarette burns and all 
Am                     G                     C 
Scars on your arms and whiskey flavours your soul 

         F          G         C 
And it’s you who is making me blue 
        F          G         C 
No it’s you who is making me blue 
    F          G         C 
Its you who is making me blue 
    F          G         C 
Its you who is making me blue 

  G                          C 
A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still 
           G                    C 
Though you choose to forget that 
       G                      C 
You're banging rectangular in circular holes 
         G                C 
Oh you never learn do you lad