David Bowie - The informer

I ^Ctook the job, I ^Gpacked the bag I r^Cide the train to the ^Gpick-up point I'll be ^Ctelling myself There was no ^Gother way That you ^Abrought it on yourself Now my ^Cheart's aflame At the end of your ^Glife it's the end of your ^Dlife

I've got a ^Cpool of blood On this ^Gbathroom floor The ^Cmirror's broke There's a ^Gcrack in the door There's a ^Cbroken window That I'll be c^Grawling through Then I've c^Ahanged my life And we w^Con't have you We won't have ^Gyou No,we won't have ^Dyou

^BbGood or evi^Al,^{G# G}Saint or who^G#re ^{A Bb}Domestic or publi^Ac,^{G# G}I don't recall You were ^Bon the ledger Your name was ^Cdouble crossed You were the ^Aprime assignment So ^Dhelp me Christ

I've got ^Cmajor questions About the ^GLord above About ^CSatan below About the ^Gway we love About the ^Crule at the top And the ^Gpeople coming up And I s^Atill don't know What we were ^Clooking for But it wasn't ^Gyou No, it wasn't ^Dyou no, it wasn't ^Bbyou?^G? It wasn't ^Bbyou ^{G Bb G}