A: x02220 D: xx0232
C#m: x46654 G: 320033
F#m: 244222 E: 022100
Bm: x24432
Bm7: x24232
A C#m
The Pub talk, the scandals
F#m Bm Bm7 D G
Like vandals they try to tear you down.
A C#m
The whispers turn rumours
F#m Bm Bm7 D G
There's no truth but that don't stop those cats.
A C#m
They need that little bit extra
F#m Bm Bm7 D G
They don't mind if it's only conjecture.
D E
They tried to tell me I wasn't I full time
D E
I tried to think of an alibi
Bm7 D
I felt so awful I spat in their faces
E
And ran for my life
A C#m F#m Bm Bm7 D G (x2)
A C#m
They need that little bit extra
F#m Bm Bm7 D G
They don't mind if it's only conjecture.
D E
They tried to tell me theirs was the right way
D E
I tried shout that that was a lie
Bm7 D
I felt so sick I spat on their life styles
E
With a run away pride!
A C#m
Untouched by human hands
F#m Bm Bm7 D G
'Cause only God knows I don't call that a man
A C#m
Who spends his waking days
F#m Bm Bm7 D G
Telling others what to think and what to say
D E
They tried to tell me I wasn't normal
D E
I tried to say there's no such thing
Bm7 D
I felt so awful I spat in their faces
E
