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Love Went Mad Tom: C
C G
I've looked at it every way I can
F C
From under and above
F
And every chance I've had
Dm C
My love went mad
G C Am
Love went mad love went mad
G Bm
You you feel like I feel?
Am
Do you have a heart?
F#dim F C6
Do you have a heart of iron and steel?
Am Are you a man now you wear a man's hat? Am Are you a man now or are you a rat? F You go to church quiet as a mouse Bb Bdim You're a big cheese now in the workhouse C6 With these vulgar fractions of the treble clef C6 I wish you luck with a capital 'F' F A self-made mug is hard to break Bb Bdim Bm A silent partner in someone else's mistake
Am
Every day goes by without a hitch
Am
You feel the urge becoming an itch
F
The boys in blue are hard to catch
Bb
They're busy turning Piccadilly
Bdim
Into Brands Hatch
C6
But with your fingers in your ears
C6
Feeling bright as a button
C6
Thinking 'Thank God there'll be no more
C6
Lamb dressed as mutton'
F
Playing family favourites on a tissue and a comb
Bb
Dying a thousand deaths
Bdim Bm
In the safety of your own home
C G
I've looked at it every way I can
F C
From under and above
F
And every chance I've had
Dm C
My love went mad
G C Am
Love went mad love went mad
G Bm
You you feel like I feel?
Am
Do you have a heart?
F#dim F C6
Do you have a heart of iron and steel?
Miracle Man Tom: E Intro: E C#m E C#m
E C#m E
You never asked me what I wanted. You only asked me why.
C#m E C#m E B E
I never thought that so much trouble was a restin' on my reply,
A E
I could say it was the nights when I was lonely
A C#m
And you were the only one who'd come.
A E
I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,
F# B
When you know it's the way that you walk.
A E
Why do you have to say that there's always someone
A E
Who can do it better than I can?
A E
But don't you think that I know that walking on the water
B n.c. B
Won't make me a miracle man?
E C#m
Baby's gotta have the things she wants.
E C#m
You know she's gotta have the things she loves.
E C#m
She's got a ten-inch bamboo cigarette holder
E B E
and her black patent leather gloves.
A E
And I'm doing everything just tryin' to please her,
A C#m
Even crawling around on all fours.
A E
Oh, I thought by now that it was gonna be easy,
F# B
But she still seems to want for more.
A E
Why do you have to say that there's always someone
A E
Who can do it better than I can?
A E
But don't you think that I know that walking on the water
B n.c. B
Won't make me a miracle man? Oh yeah
E C#m E
Yeah they're givin' you a bad reputation just because you've never been denied.
C#m E C#m E
You try to say you've done it all before. Baby, you know that you
B E A E
just get tired. Yet everybody loves you so much, girl.
A C#m A E
I just don't know how you stand the strain. Oh, but I'm the one who's here
F# B
tonight, and I don't wanna do it all in vain.
A E
Why do you have to say that there's always someone
A E
Who can do it better than I can?
A E
But don't you think that I know that walking on the water
B n.c. B
Won't make me a miracle man? Oh yeah
B
A miracle man? Oh yeah
B
A miracle man? Oh yeah
B
A miracle man? Oh yeah
Pay it Back Tom: G
G
Stop thief; you're gonna come to grief
C
If you don't take a little more care.
G Em7 C G
You're gonna get more than the family plan
C G
From this one shoestring affair.
Em A C G F
I may be crazy but I can't contemplate being trapped between the doctor
C Bm
And the magistrate.
Chorus: G One of these days I'm gonna pay it back, pay it back, C One of these days. G One of these days I'm gonna pay it back, pay it back, C One of these days.
G
And then they told me I could be somebody
C
if I didn't let too much get in my way.
G Em7 C G
And I tried so hard just to be myself,
C G
but I keep on fading away.
Em A C G
Until the lights went out, I didn't know what to do.
F C Bm
If I could fool myself, then maybe I'd fool you too.
**Chorus
G
I wouldn't say that I was raised on romance.
C
Let's not get stuck in the past.
G Em7 C G
I love you more than everything in the world.
C G
I don't expect that will last.
Em C G
They told me everything was guaranteed.
F C Bm
Somebody somewhere must've lied to me.
**Chorus (Repeat And Fade)
Pidgin English Tom: D Intro: D D7 G D D7 G
D D7 G D
There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention
D D7 G D
She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension
D D7 G D
But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested
D D7
Too terrified to answer back
G D7
Too tired to have resisted
G C
Many hands make light work
G
Shorthand makes life easy
C
When he's out on night work
G
Make sure no one sees me
D
It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises
A7
A change is better than a rest
Silly beggars can't be choosers
Chorus:
G D
One of a thousand pities you can't categorize
G A Bm
There are ten commandments of love
G D
When will you realize
There are ten commandments of love
A G Em Em7
I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss
D
In this Pidgin English
If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes
C
Take it to the bridge she sighs
D D7 G D
You go cheep cheep cheep between bulls-eyes and bluster
D D7
Stiff as your poker face
G D
Keener than mustard
D D7 G D
From your own back yard to the land of exotica
D D7 G D7
From the truth society to neurotic erotica
G C
Silence is golden
G
Money talks diamonds and ermine
G C
There's a word in Spanish
G
Italian and German
D
In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish
A7
Have you forgotten how to say it
In your Pidgin English?
**Chorus D PS I love you
Pretty Words Tom: G
G
I ask you nicely
D Em F C
Get my face slapped under wraps
G
What's going on precisely
D Em
Is there something wrong perhaps?
C D7 G
Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)
D C D7 G D Em D
It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize
G D Em F C
Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle
G D Em
You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life
C D7 G
Fat cats and army brats
C D7 G D Em F C
Hep cats in dog tag pawing over girly mags
Chorus:
G F Bm C#m D E6
Pretty words don't mean much anymore
G Bb Em F#m
I don't mean to be mean much anymore
G C
All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots
(1) mug shots, machine slots
(2) machine slots, mug shots
'Till you don't know what's what
Em F C
You don't know what you got
G D Em F C
Curious women running after curious men
G
Curiosity didn't kill the cat
D Em
It was a poisoned pen
C D7 G D
But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice)
C D7 G D Em D
Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice
G
Got back to London
D Em
Picked a paper from the man
G
No words of consolation
D Em
Just cartoons and titter tatter
C D7 G
Well well, fancy that
C D7 G C
Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat
G
No backbone, blood and guts
D Em F
Better keep your big mouth shut
**Chorus
F C G You don't know what you got . . . .
(The Angels Want to Wear My) Red Shoes Tom:E Intro: E B E B E
E G#m
Oh I used to be disgusted, and now I try to be amused.
E7
But since their wings have got rusted,
A B E
you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
A E
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
A E
that's when I knew that I could not refuse.
B A B A E
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
A B E
Oh, I was watching while you're dancing away.
B A E
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
A B E
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
G#m B
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
E
Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that)
G#m
Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad)
A
She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad)
B
but it's so hard to refuse.
A
How can you say that I'm too old,
E B A E
when the angels have stolen my red shoes.
A B E
Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die."
B A E
She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy.
A B E
That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
G#m B
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
E G#m
Oh I used to be disgusted, and now I try to be amused.
E7
But since their wings have got rusted,
A B E
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
A E
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
A E
That's when I knew that I could not refuse.
B A B A E
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
A E A
Red shoes, the angels want to wear my red shoes
E
Red shoes, The angels want to wear my red (A)shoes (Repeat And Fade)
Riot Act Tom: A
A Dm A Dm A
Forever
Dm C F
Doesn't mean forever anymore
A Dm A
I said forever
Dm C F
But it doesn't look like I'm gonna be around much anymore
D G
When the heat gets so tropical
Bm Em
And the talk gets so topical
Chorus:
D D/C Bm7 (can use B5)
Riot act - you can read me the riot act
Bbmaj7 Em7
You can make me a matter of fact
A
Or a villain in a million
Em7 A
A slip of the tongue is gonna keep me civilian
C#m C Bm
Why do you talk such stupid nonsense
Bb A
When my mind could rest much easier
C#m C Bm
Instead of all this dumb dumb insolence
Bb A
I would be happier with amnesia
A Dm A
They say forget her
Dm c F
Now it looks like you're either gonna be before me or against me
A Dm A
I got your letter
Dm C F
Now they say I don't care for the color that it paints me
D G
Trying to be so bad is bad enough
Bm Em
Don't make me laugh by talking tough
D G
Don't put your heart out on your sleeve
Em
When your remarks are off the cuff
Chorus . . . . . .
D/C = x20232
Shabby Doll Tom: Em Intro: Em Em6 C/E Em
Em
Giving you more of what for
Em
Always worked for me before
D Em
Now I'm a shabby doll
Em D
What's going on behind the green elevator door
Em D Em
With just a shabby doll
Am
There's a hit man facing
Am
A compromising situation
Em
With just a shabby doll
D
And a very neat line in character assassination
Em D Em
She's just a shabby doll
Chorus:
D A
She's just a shabby doll
D A
She's putting him off and putting you on
D A D A
She's just the shabby doll, she's just the shabby doll
D A D
You're swearing upon, you know in your heart
D A Em
She's gone you know in your heart
Em
She's just a shabby doll
Em
There's a girl in this dress
Em
There's always a girl in distress
D Em
She's just a shabby doll
Em
She's so sure she's self-possessed
D Em
Then again she's half undressed
D Em
She's just a shabby doll
Am
The boy that I used to be
Am
Showed no sign of sympathy
Em
For just a shabby doll
Em
I have betrayed you and me
D Em
And paid for my own bribery
D Em
With just a shabby doll
**Chorus
Bridge: A/E Dmaj7 He's the tired toy that everyone enjoyed A/E D He wants to be a fancy man but he's nothing but a nancy boy C B He's all pride and no joy
Em
And being what you might call a whore
Em
Always worked for me before
D Em
Now I'm a shabby doll
Em
Untie the gag the cat's out of the bag
D Em
But won't show his claws
D
He's just a shabby doll
Am
She said you must be joking
Em
Some things are left unspoken
Em
You're just a shabby doll
Em
He's lying limp and soaking
D Em
He was openly broken
D
By just a shabby doll
**Chorus
Shot With His Own Gun Tom: Am Intro: Dm Am Dm Am
Am F C
How does it feel now you've been undressed
Dm C G C
by a man with a mind like the gutter press
E Am D G D
So disappointed to find it's no big sin
G D G G#dim
Lying skin to skin
Chorus:
Little Riff:
e-----------
B-----------
G-----------
D-----------
A-0-----3---
E----0------
Dm Am Dm Am (lil' riff)
Shot with his own gun
Dm Am Dm Am (lil' riff)
Now dad is keeping mum
Dm Am C (end riff)
Shot with his own gun e--0-0-0--1---
B--1-1-1--1---
G--1-1-1--1---
D---------0---
A-------------
E-------------
Ab F# Ebm F# D D+ Bb F Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away
Am F C What's on his mind now is anyone's guess Dm C G C Losing his touch with each caress E Am D G Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing D G He comes without warning D G G#dim Leaves without feeling
**Chorus
Ab F# Ebm F# D D+ Bb F
On your marks, man, ready, set Let's get loaded and forget
Am F C
The little corporal got in the way
Dm C G C
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
E Am D G
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
D G D G G#dim
Playing house seems so melancholy
**Chorus **Chorus Ab F# Ebm F# D D+ Bb F Oh it's too sad to be true your blue murder's killing you
**Instrumental Interlude **Chorus
Sneaky Feelings Tom: C Intro: G Em7 C F C G Em7 C F C
C G C G
Now everybody's breakin' up somebody else's home,
C G
Before somebody else starts breaking up their own.
C G
I get you in my dreams.
C G
You should hear the things you say.
C G
It's not that it's so much fun,
Am7 G F F#
But it's safer that way.
Chorus:
G C G
Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings,
Am7
You can't let those kind of feeling show.
G C G
I'd like to get right through the way I feel for you,
Am7 G Em7
But I've still got a long way to go.
C G C G
Why don't we call it a day, and we can both confess.
C G
You can force me to use a little tenderness.
C G C G C G
White lies, alibis, anything but say that it's true.
C G c G
Now we could sit like lovers, staring in each other's eyes,
Am7 D G
But the magic of the moment might become too much for you.
Chorus:
G C G
Sneaky feelings, sneaky feelings,
Am7
You can't let those kind of feeling show.
G C G
I'd like to get right through the way I feel for you,
Am7 G Am7 G
But I still got a long way to go, Oh I still got a long way to go . .
Strict Time Tom: G Intro: G C G C G C G C
G
There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth
G
I can hear you knocking but I'm not coming out
C
Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist
G
'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list
D C
Fingers creeping up my spine are not mine to resist
G
Strict time
Chorus:
D
Toughen up, toughen up
C
Keep your lip buttoned up
G
Strict time
G
Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl
G
And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl
G
Strict time
C
Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial
C
The courting cold wars weekend witch trial
G
Strict time
D C
All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid
G
The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time
G
Strict time
**Chorus
G
You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones
G
Try to look Italian through the musical Valium
G
Strict time
C
Thinking of grand larceny
D
Smoking the everlasting cigarette of chastity
D
Cute assistants staying alive
C G
More like a hand job than the hand jive
G
Strict time
**Chorus **Chorus
Two Little Hitlers Tom: A
A E Why are we racing to be so old? A E I'm up late pacing the floor I won't be told A E D You have your reservations I'm bought and sold D I'll face the music I'll face the facts E Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks A E Bowing and squawking Running after titbits A E7 Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit
Chorus: D Two little Hitlers will fight it out until E A One little Hitler does the other one's will D E D E I will return I will not burn
E Down in the basement A E I need my head examined I need my eyes excited A E7 I'd like to join the party But I was not invited A E7 You make a member of me I'll be delighted D I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown E Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town A E7 Dial me a Valentine She's a smooth operator A E7 It's all so calculated She's got a calculator A E7 She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator
**Chorus
A A simple game of self-respect E A You flick a switch and the world goes off E A Nobody jumps as you expect E F#m E I would have thought you would have had enough by now
A E7 You call selective dating For some effective mating A E7 I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating A E7 I knew right from the start We'd end up hating
D Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall E We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all A E7 You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural man A A He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can A E7 He wants to know the names of All those he's better than
**Chorus D E I will return D E I will not burn . . . . .
Watch Your Step Tom: C Intro: C F Em C F G (Repeat)
C F Em C F Cm Don't say a word, don't say anything C F Em C F G Don't say a word, I'm not even listening C Dm Em I read in the papers about their escape F C Em F C F Em C They're just two bit of kids from a bunch of so-ur grapes C F G C F Em C F G You better watch your step
C Bm Am F
Watch who's knocking on your front door
C Bm
Now you know that they're watching
Am F
What are you waiting for?
C Bm
Think you're young and original
Am F C F Em
Get out before...
C F G C F Em C F G
They get to watch your step
C F Em C
Ev'ry day is full of fun,
F Cm C F
And family spies,
Em C F G C Dm
They're making heroes out of fall guys
Em F C
They say it's good for business
Em F C F Em C
From Singapore to Widnes
C F G C F Em C F G
You better watch your step
C Bm Am F Broken noses hung up on the wall C Bm Am F Back slapping drinkers cheer the heavy weight brawl C Bm Am F C F Em So punch drunk they don't understand at all C F G You better watch your step
Instrumental: Am F Em C G F Em Dm G C Bb F
C F Ev'ry night Em C F Cm C F Go out full of carnival desires Em C F G C Dm End up in the closing time choirs
Em F C When you're kicking in the car chrome Dm Em F And you're drinking down the Eau de Cologne C Dm Em F C F Em C And you're spitting out the Kodachrome C F G C F Em C F G You better watch your step
C Bm Bye Am F I send you all my regards C Bm You're so tough Am F You're so hard C Bm Am F G C Listen to the hammers falling in the breaker's yard C F G C You better watch your step C F G C You better watch your step C F G C Ooh, watch your step
You Little Fool Tom: G Intro: G C G
G C D
Daddy's best girl in the world is not supposed to have a boyfriend
C Bm Am7
But she's never wanted at home
C G Am7
Other girls are allowed to wear their makeup
C Bm D
She sneaks out her lipstick powder and comb
D G C
She surrounds his name with hearts and flowers
G C G C6
Talks on the telephone for hours and hours
But with the bird in his hand
G D G
And two on a string
C D
The words of love have an imitation ring
Chorus: D C You little fool G D C G I suppose that your going to stay all night D C You little fool G D C G Don't look at me that way you know it isn't right D Bsus4 G D C You little fool, you little fool, you little fool
Bridge:
E A A7 D
They say no news is good news
E A A7 D
The little girl wants information
D C G E A
Mother just gives her some pills to choose
F Bb C
And says go and use your imagination
G C D
Daddy's best girl in the world says just look what I have got
C Bm Am7
As she sits beside him on the high stools
C G Am7
With his arms around her neck, snowball in one hand
C Bm7 D
And the other full of imitation jewels
D
She fingers a string of pearls
G C G C6
An imitation but he'll never know it
G D G
Imitation lashes flutter above
C D Em
Looking for an imitation of love
**Chorus
You'll Never Be A Man Tom: A Intro: Bm G C B Fadd9 G
A Bm A D You need protection from the physical art of conversation A Bm A D Though the fist is mightier than the lip, it adds the aggravation
Bridge And Chorus:
Bm G
I got the password
C Am
I got persuasion
F Am F Am
A proposition for invasion of your privacy
F Dm7 C
Give yourself away and find the fake in me
A
You'll never be a man
D E A D A
No matter how many foreign bodies you can take
A D A
You'll never be a man
A D A
When you're half a woman and you're half awake
Bm7 A
(1) With a face full of tears and a chemical shake
(2) Under the table with a chemical shake
D
Given half a chance, that I can take
F C
Are you so superior, are you in such pain
Dm7 C
Are you made out of porcelain?
F C
When they made you they broke the cast
Dm7 G
Don't wanna be first, I just want to last
A Bm A D You strike a profile on the low side of my imagination A Bm A D My eyes climbed down to find the point of possible saturation
(Bridge And Chorus)
After The Fall Tom :Am
Am E
In an anonymous rendez-vous
Am
where the forbidden lovers repair
C G
They're burning down another damn candle
E Fmaj7
they're melting the tables and chairs
Am E
Beneath them applause from the balcony
Am
whenever they accomplished making love
C G
Other times they thought they heard laughter
E Fmaj7
coming from the balcony above
G D
She lies to his right and she carelessly resites
Em D
All of her brand new appetites
G D
She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all
Em E
Since she came back to him After the fall
Am E
She said You never visited the countryside
Am
So I've made you a country to order
C G
She put up a little tent in the bedroom
E Fmaj7
Crickets played on a tape recorder
Am E
The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars
Am
She noticed his skin turning cold
C G
Burning all his clothes on the bonfire
E Fmaj7
Relax she whispered and tightened the blindfold
G D
She lies to his right and she carelessly resites
Em D
All of her brand new appetites
G D
She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all
Em E
Since she came back to him After the fall
Am E
You've changed but not for the better, babe
Am
I'd tell you why but what's the use
C G
'Cause it's the same kind of pity
E Fmaj7
a drunkard gives as his excuse
Am E
You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin
Am
Now your eyes are deserted and quiet
C G
We both look like those poor shattered mannequins
E Fmaj7
Thrown through the window in the riot
G D
She lies in his arms and without any qualms
Em D
Revels in shallow delights
G D
She seems brittle and small it don't look like her at all
Em E
Since she came back to him After the fall