Eb Bb The chefs are in the alleyway throwing down Eb Bb They're high on PCP when I'm around Gm C They don't recall a thing or their favourite meal Eb Bb 'Til they are coming down Eb Bb They smack me in the eyes and take my sight Eb Bb You cut my world in half, baby - you're my knight Gm C A bag o' lazy spine I can take my life Eb Bb When I am coming down Eb Bb When I am coming down Gm C Eb Bb When I am coming down Eb Bb You amputate my hands and they grow back Eb Bb There's phantoms to replace the world I had Gm C I'm too lazy to invent a brand new MID Eb Bb When I am coming down Eb Bb The scenery of saints and stained-glass walls Eb Bb You get a little badge and you stand tall Gm C You needy been this shit of suburban sprawl Eb Bb When you are coming down Eb Bb Oh you are coming down Gm C Eb Bb Oh you are coming down Eb Bb So suck the money-phonic noise and golden hits Eb Bb They write them in two seconds, it's a piece of piss Gm C I let a little love slip from my lips Eb Bb When I am coming down Eb Bb Yeah I am coming down Gm C Eb Bb Oh I am coming down Eb Bb You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff Eb Bb You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff Eb Bb You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff Gm C You've got a soft-spot for hard stuff Eb Bb And you are coming down Eb Bb Yeah you are coming down Eb Bb Oh you are coming down