A: x02220 D: xx0232 C#m: x46654 G: 320033 F#m: 244222 E: 022100 Bm: x24432 
Bm7: x24232
AC#m The Pub talk, the scandals
F#mBmBm7DG Like vandals they try to tear you down.
AC#m The whispers turn rumours
F#mBmBm7DG There's no truth but that don't stop those cats.
 
AC#m They need that little bit extra
F#mBmBm7DG They don't mind if it's only conjecture.
 
DE They tried to tell me I wasn't I full time
DE I tried to think of an alibi
Bm7D 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)
AC#m They need that little bit extra
F#mBmBm7DG They don't mind if it's only conjecture.
 
DE They tried to tell me theirs was the right way
DE I tried shout that that was a lie
Bm7D I felt so sick I spat on their life styles
E With a run away pride!
 
AC#m Untouched by human hands
F#mBmBm7DG 'Cause only God knows I don't call that a man
AC#m Who spends his waking days
F#mBmBm7DG Telling others what to think and what to say
 
DE They tried to tell me I wasn't normal
DE I tried to say there's no such thing
Bm7D I felt so awful I spat in their faces
E