Intro: A 

verse 1 
A 
This week's cash for last week's grass 
            D                    Bm 
Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait 
A 
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads 
         D         Bm 
Roasting away on a sunny summer day 
     E                       F#m  D 
(Or, okay, an August night anyway) 

verse 2 
                     E 
And you're living on air 
                            F#m 
While on the 25th floor, up there 
                     D                 E 
They'd fan a million bucks before your face 
         D               E                              F#m 
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair 
                   D                     E 
All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape 

verse 3 
                         A 
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed 
                                                         D 
She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age 
          Bm                   E                 F#m    D 
Which is thirty-seven, by the way and not twenty-eight 
                     E                                    F#m 
And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care 
                                D              E 
I have been your bride stripped bare since '98 
         D            E                                 F#m 
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air 
                       D                  E 
It's a gas now. It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it" 

Instrumental: A D Bm 

verse 4 
A                                           D 
This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate 
         Bm 
When you starved and never ate 
A                                                  D 
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face 
        Bm                            E                    F#m   D 
As you roam on silk ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake 

Verse 5 
                             E                            F#m 
Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear 
                         D               E 
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face 
        D                E                                F#m 
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear 
                              D           E 
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged 

Outro: A D Bm