C
C G A C
The shopkeepers round here seem to tremble and trade in fear
G
There’s a lock-out on self-esteem
A C
discontentment in every dream
G A C
Now what do we have left to show from a winter that’s been and gone?
G A
Are we still bracing ourselves for a sermon that wouldn’t come?
C G A
I cut my finger once again
C G A C
I drank and drank till I was full but the bleeding, it wouldn’t end
G A
It soaked my shirt, and stained my skin
C G
I’d cauterise the wound, but I just can’t decide
A C
Where do I begin?
C G A x2
C G A C
The kids are back in school and the screws are all working to rule
G A C
It’s a crushing change of circumstance from a new set of arrogant fools
G A C
Some refuse to punch the clock, they drowned their work ethic out at the Jackson dock
G A C
Harking back to a ‘job for life’ as the shopkeepers shiver in strife.
C G A
I bit my tongue off in my sleep
C G A C
Drowning in a crimson cauldron the taste of metal and rotting meat
G A C
Through the incoherent gargling you swore you heard me gasp and sing
G
Where do I begin?
A C
Where do I begin?
C G A x10
C G A C
The shopkeepers round here seem to tremble and trade in fear. x2
C G A x2