Intro
G Bm D x3
G Bm A
Verse
D Bm
I'll trust as far as I can spit
G
You can read deep into it
Bm A D
New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard
Bm G
I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity
Bm A
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest of us
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out don't bother picking up your tab
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out There's hanging on with bated breath you're just milking
A
this to death
Verse 2 as in verse 1:
So sad I have to disappoint her name is not a selling point
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate
I don't have tolerance for fakes what's to say
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out don't bother picking up your tab
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out There's hanging on with bated breath you're just milking
A
this to death
Verse 3 as in verse 1:
Somewhere the novelty wore thin
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage
This is my home away from home get a barstool of your own
I'll watch you sinking like a stone what a sight
Chorus
G Bm D G Bm D
On your way out don't bother picking up your tab
G Bm D G Bm
It's a stake out There's hanging on with bated breath you're just milking
A
this for
Coda:
D G Bm A
Access what little we possess
D G Bm A
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same
D G Bm A
Excess destined to impress
D G Bm A
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame