Tom: Eb major
Verse 1
The room is so dark
so he lights up a match
He never smiles and he never laughs
His bones are groaning
under transparent skin
A photoman's in love
with the shape he was in
Oh, sleepwalk, daydream
You're not human,
you're a coke machine
Oh, face down, in shame
You move a shaker,
I can't bear your pain
Some days I feel like God
And some days I feel like hell
Drunk in Grand Central,
tries to sleep on a train
She's left her mama and
she's only fifteen
The little baby that is inside this child
Can't buy no ticket to get on in this life
Oh, straight -laced, spaced out
The days are floodlight,
all the junkies drown
I'm fed up, burnt out
So full of fear, so full of doubt
G
D
And your email says you're looking fine
So can you see, or are you blind
F#m
To the radio voices
G
D
C#
on your own fucking mind?
D
C#
D
Yeah, here we go
You put your money in the gold machine
You can't stop looking
and you know it's obscene
You put your money in the gold machine
You can't stop looking
and you know it's obscene
You shoot some bullets
in the gold machine
You can't stop buying
and you know it's obscene
You shoot some bullets
in the gold machine
You can't stop buying
and you know it's obscene
Sounds almost as if they expected us
to carry a plague, doesn't it?
From Crazy Hill to Hollywood Land
I've walked these streets
with an axe in my hand
And I just used it to cut
away bad thoughts
This song is surgery for my broken heart
Or oil soaked carnage
You think it's itching as you turn the page
In this septic pile you get so upset
At the smashing of a TV set
And some days I feel like God
G
And some days I feel like hell
D
You put your money in the gold machine
You can't stop looking
and you know it's obscene
You put your money in the gold machine
You can't stop looking
and you know it's obscene
You shoot some bullets
in the gold machine
You can't stop buying
and you know it's obscene
You shoot some bullets
in the gold machine
You can't stop buying
and you know it's obscene
You shoot some bullets
You can't stop buying
You shoot 7 bullets
You shoot 7 bullets
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
A
D
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You go!
You shoot some bullets
in the cold machine
You can't stop buying
and you know it's obscene
You shoot some bullets
in the cold machine
You can't stop buying
and you know it's obscene
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