E                                        B
There's fire in her eyes in the altercation,
                                         A
She blames her poverty on her parents generation.
A
She says they sniffed it up the nose,Now they want our payments.
A                                                        E
It's fucking cold in here,The landlords tryna make us vagrants.

E                                                  B
And Jackie's  whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist,
                                                             A
The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddies piss,
A
I don't know what to do now, that I'm definitely on the list,
A                                             E
I just sit back and brew it, coca cola communist.

Chorus

E
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
B
Like a grenade with the pin out at the party,
A
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me.
A                                                    E
There's fire on the fringe, we'll whittle em down, down.

E                                              B
I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror,
                                                       A
She says her friends are fucked and in the fairest of weather,
A
She asked me is it painless? Am I humouring the brainless?
A                                                        E
Being young and drunk and all fucked up, And being in entertainment.

E                                             B
I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules.
                                             A
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through.
A
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to,
A                                            E
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to.


E
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
B
Like a grenade with the pin out at the party,
A
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me.
A                                                    E
There's fire on the fringe, we'll whittle em down, down.

E                                 B
I haven't cracked a smile since '93.
                                         A
She says a pretty dull dark place to be,
A                            E          
No shit Sherlock, shooting down, down, down.


E                                             B
I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules.
                                             A
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through.
A
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to,
A                                            E
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to.


E                                             B
I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules.
                                             A
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through.
A
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to,
A                                            E
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to.


E
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
B
Like a grenade with the pin out at the party,
A
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me.
A                                                    E
There's fire on the fringe, we'll whittle em down, down.

E                                            B
I don't know what it is that you're doing to me,
                                 A
I haven't cracked a smile since '93.
A
She says a pretty  dull dark place to be,
A                            E
No shit Sherlock, shooting down, down, down.