Verse Am Em there's a lack of spice in every art director's life G F the suntanned ghost is lying face down on the floor Am Em there's a lack of spice in every copywriter's life G F there'll be no waiting around for the man anymoreInterlude Am Em G F x2C Gm now he's gone and what's the meaning? Bb F Eb i can't see why he had to sacrifice his life C Gm it is yourself that you're deceiving Bb F i shouldn't have to tell you soOutro Bb FC Gm now he's gone and what's the meaning? Bb F Eb i can't see why he had to sacrifice his life C Gm it is yourself that you're deceiving
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