F G Em Am
I would be a liar if I pretended I admire
F G C
The red-light windscreen-cleaning empire that you've built
F G Em Am
But my heart is good it's not a thing of stone and wood
F G C
I'll give you cents to take away my guilt
C G Am Em
I give money to folk who just don't have enough
Am Em F G
To try to justify the future purchases of stuff
C
That I don't need
C G Am Em
I know that one less Vodka Cranberry tonight
Am Em F
Could probably feed some foreign family for a fortnight
G F
But I might just have one more
Em
After all what is Vodka for
F G C
Apart from making you want to shag your best mate's wife
F G C
And drowning out the guilt you feel about your perfect life
C G Am Em
Fuck the poor what is all this hoo-ha for
Am Em F G
There's only one reason I'll phone 1 3 3
F Em
It's the force behind Teresa and the school that Oprah built
F G C
I'll give you bucks to take away my guilt
C G Am Em
Fuck the poor I'm not pretending any more
Am Em F G
That I really give two shits about some kids in Bangalore
F Em
I'm more interested in footy than seeing the Solomon's rebuilt
F G C
But I'll give you bucks to take away my guilt