Martina Says

	  		
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 anymore 

C                            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 so 


Interlude 

Am  Em  G  F  x2 

C                            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 


Outro 

Bb  F