on the following CD: SONGS OF LOVE AND HATE
6/8 /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Four o'clock in the afternoon and I didn't feel like very much. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy, where is your famous golden touch?" /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down, /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in Ivory Town. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 Just take a look at your body now, there's nothing much to save /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 and a bitter voice in the mirror cries, "Hey, Prince, you need a shave." /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave, /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m why don't you try un-wrapping a stainless steel razor blade? /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 That's right, it's come to this, yes it's come to this, /Bb /Bb D /G /G /Bb /Bb D/ /G /G and wasn't it a long way down, wasn't it a strange way down? /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m There's no hot water and the cold is running thin. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you've been living in? /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked and cracked along the rim. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m That's not the electric light, my friend, that is your vision growing dim. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 Cover up your face with soap, there, now you're Santa Claus. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 And you've got a gift for anyone who will give you his ap-plause. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m I thought you were a racing man, ah, but you couldn't take the pace. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m That's a funeral in the mirror and it's stopping at your face. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 That's right, it's come to this, yes it's come to this, /Bb /Bb D /G /G /Bb /Bb D/ /G /G and wasn't it a long way down, ah wasn't it a strange way down? /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Once there was a path and a girl with chestnut hair, /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m and you passed the summers picking all of the berries that grew there; /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m there were times she was a woman, oh, there were times she was just a child, /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m and you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view, /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 and everywhere that you wandered love seemed to go along with you. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m That's a hard one to remember, yes it makes you clench your fist. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m And then the veins stand out like highways, all along your wrist. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 And yes it's come to this, it's come to this, /Bb /Bb D /G /G /Bb /Bb D / /G /G and wasn't it a long way down, wasn't it a strange way down? /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m On the back of every magazine there are those coupons you can send. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Why don't you join the Rosicrucians, they can give you back your hope, /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m you can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown envelope. /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 But you've used up all your coupons except the one that seems /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams. /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mitt; /Bm /Bm /C#m /C#m and he puts on his dark glasses and he shows you where to hit; /Bm /Bm /Am7 /Am7 and then the cameras pan, the stand in stunt man, /Bb /Bb D /D /Em /Em dress re-hearsal rag.