A A
A D A
A D A
Verse 1:
A D A
True about my taste; true about my wealth.
A
The thing about St. Petersburg:
D A D A A C D
I was never there myself, so come on. Yeah, come on.
A D A
Anastasia might have cried all night, I couldn't say myself,
D A A C D
So come on, yeah, come on.
Pre-Chorus:
Bm F
I appreciate your courtesy,
A F#
Your well-learned politesse,
Bm F A
But you got yourself into your own mess.
Chorus:
Bm F
You know the demon's in the design:
G D A
A good idea at the time.
A C D D A
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
A C D A D A
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time.
Verse 2: (Same as Verse 1)
A D A
Now how it all went down, only Pilate knows.
A D A
All I ever asked of him is when the bars would close.
D A A C D
So come on, yeah, come on.
Pre-Chorus:
Bm F
I appreciate your courtesy,
A F#
Your well-learned politesse,
Bm F A
But you got yourself into your own mess.
Chorus:
Bm F
You know the demon's in the design:
G D A
A good idea at the time.
A C D D A
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time.
A C D F
Oh, seemed like a good idea at the time.
E F
Ha, yeah, oh, at the time
E
Now what you gonna do about it?
C Am Am C D
C Am Am C Am
C Am Am C D
C E
A D A
Verse 3: (Same as Verse 1)
A D A
Now, it's true about my wealth, and true about my taste,
A
But you don't need no help from me,
D A
You'll lay yourself to waste.
So come on.
D
Oh, seemed like a good idea,
F A E
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
