C             C     
I forced myself to open my eyes 
            Em7    G/F#  G      C 
but if this hangover is killing me 
    Am                  C                G 
I died at least three times during the night 
   G/F#  Em7         C      C  
and I dribbled on myself again 
      C        Em7        G/F#    G        C 
so anyone who told me I should shut my mouth 
        Am          C             
turned out to be alright in the end 
  


       C                   G        G/F#      Em7 
And I have to leave this place by god it's killing me 
    C                 C           G       G/F#    Em7          C 
I guess I'll go to London on the train if the bastards not delayed 
            C           G       G/F#    Em7 
and in the Barfly I'll think about my life 
         C 
or that time I played in Newbury 
      C  
and nobody came. 



        C                   C           G      G/F#  Em7 
and I know that somethings wrong but I don't know what 
      C            C                      G       G/F#     Em7        C 
and I may not be alone but that's still life whether you like it or not 
           C                G      G/F#    Em7 
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame 
        C                 C          C  Am   G 
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid 


G                              C         C  
And maybe then I'll have some credibility 
C      Em7         G/F#     G       C    Am  C 
and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME 
    C                 C              G   G/F#  Em7  
I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth 
           C                 C           G 
and they probably look for prettier than me. 
  

Em7                 G                 D 
Why do you call me grumpy anyway?  
         Em7            G                              D 
when you can so often find me with a smile on my face, 
Cadd9            Cadd9               G    G/F#   Em7 
laughing at the chav boys and their spit for brains 
          C 
and their nineties fucking tracksuits 
            C  
and their pretend MC names. 

                  C           C          G     G/F#   Em7 
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what 
       C           C                    G      G/F#     Em7        C 
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not 
           C                G      G/F#   Em7 
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame 
        C                 C          C  Am   G 
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid 
  
        Em7                    G            D 
Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight 
 G                    G/F#                  Em7             D 
that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played 
  G                                           D 
and the crowd will cheer me on from fret to fret 
          C 
and I'll have a record contract 
        C  
and it might help me begin to forget 

                 C           C           G     G/F#   Em7 
and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what 
       C           C                   G      G/F#     Em7         C 
and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not 
           C                G      G/F#   Em7 
and I may give it up for fortune and for fame 
        C                 C          C  Am   G 
but I will still be the cynical when I get paid 
          C            C          Em7 
and I'll be this way until I get laid 
 G/F#  G 
good god. 
         C               C        C  Am 
And all this is why I'm going so grey.