[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
Em C G
He has nothing but a can of beer
Em C G
Two crutches and the soot from the air
Em C G
And nights of soaking in the city's drains
F C G
He hates the rich but he hates in vain
[Verse 2]
Em C G
If a power was to lift him up
Em C G
Make him rich, would he admit it was luck
Em C G
Or say he'd earned it, and claim a state of grace
F C G
Just like the rich in this hateful place
[Chorus 1]
G C G
What the hell is wrong with you?
Am7 C/D G
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
G C G
As you command me from the depths of gin
Am7 C/D G
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Am7 C/D G
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
[Verse 3]
Em C G
I saw a dead man in the street today
Em C G
And he'll stay there because he never paid
Em C G
He was a stranger who would not go home
F C G
Blinded by sun on the streets of gold
[Chorus 1]
G C G
What the hell is wrong with you?
Am7 C/D G
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
G C G
You command me from the depths of gin
Am7 C/D G
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Am7 C/D G
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
[Instrumental Solo]
A D (x4)
[Chorus 2]
A D A
Mother Mother won't you dry my eyes
Bm7 E9sus4 A
Doctor says that I will have to die
A D A
I went with someone and I woke to find
Bm7 E9sus4 A
I'm now subhuman and I don't know why
Bm7 E9sus4 A
I'm now subhuman and I don't know why
[Verse 4]
Em C G
Nothing is what you'll you hear from me
Em C G
When they ground me and spat me back on the streets