A   G   C   G   C  G   D
G   Bm  Em  G   D  G   D


[Verses]
G           D         G       A
I don't get high no more
C              D         G
I don't seem to fly no more
C                G              Bm           Em
I drink all the drinks but they don't do the trick
C        G              B                 Em
I do the same drugs but they just make me sick
C           G         B            Em
I try and I try but I can't get my kicks
A                   D
The way I did before
C       G       D       G
I don't live it up no more
C              Cm       D    G
I don't give a f**k no more
C           G           B            Em
There was a time I was queen of the street
C                 G               Bm          Em
I'd strut and I'd stride but that shit got me beat
C                     G       B7  Em
Now I can't deny that I can't compete
Am          Am7     D7
And frankly it's a bore
C                         D#dim   Gm    Gdim   G7
Lately I've been thinking about stuff
C
I'm quite relieved
C#dim
To concede
Bm         E7
I've think I've had
Am        D7
More than enough


[Instrumental]
G  D  G  C  C#m  G  C  G  Am  Em  C  G  B  Em  C  G  B  Em  A7  D


G            D        G
I don't pray much no more
C           C#      G
I don't say much no more
C                   G            B            Em
I'm tongue-tied and trite or I ain't got the wit
C                  G              B              Em
The words come out right but they don't seem to fit
C              G         B       Em
I shout and I cry but I have to admit
Am                   D7
It's all been said before
G           Em       Am
I don't get high no more
G                Em     F#m   Bm
I can't seem to fly no more
Em        D                 A
Since you walked through my door
Am7              Bm
I don't live it up - no
Am                Bm
I don't give a f**k - no
C                    G
I don't get high no more
Am7                         Bm
And there's no need to pray - no
Am                        Bm
There's not much to say - no
C               Em         D          Em
Stuff ain't the way, that stuff was before
Am7               D       G
Since you kicked down my door