Tom: Bm
A D
This town was tailor-made for dying in
A D
And on these streets the gutters are for crying in.
F# G Em A
And no-one’s flying in anytime soon
F# G Em A
We’re all lying in bed until noon.
D Em A D
Knock-kneed and hackneyed, it was ever thus
Em A G7 D
If we’re not waiting for a kidney we’re waiting for a bus.
A D
I got a cold call on a hot summer’s day;
A D
I didn’t really – it’s just written that way.
F# G Em A
Feisty harridans, angels and crones
F# G Em A
Get the Haynes and call Suranne Jones.
D Em A D
Cupcakes and clichés, new drama for spring
Em A G7 D
Thanks for the warning, I’m gonna be in Beijing.
F# G Em A
Rodney Ontong and Lynsey de Paul
F# G Em A D
On the ale on the Antonine, Antonine Wall.
Em A D
He bleating keenly on seven point nine
Em A G7 D
She veering wildly away from the line.
G7 D G7 D
Away from the line, away from the line
G7 D
Away from the …….
