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This is simplified version, I just worked it out on ukulele, and it's probably not perfect, but it sounds resonably close to the song.
FmNothing is crueler than Ebchildren who come from good Bbhomes FmGod'll forgive them I guEbess but whose side are you oBbn FmDriving around the old tEbown I remember it all Bb FmDropping my lunchbox andEb tampax all over the hall Bb
(And they said)
CmYou are a socialistBb cokehead we know from your Dbclothes CmYou are a Satanist Bbworshipper of things Dbevil CmThink you're a poet a Bbfolksinger poseur nahDb-oh CmA volleyball player you'veBb got to be kidding usDb all
EbSo we hide from theAb guns on our Ebnight reconnaiAbssance EbSteal flamingos and Abgnomes from the Ebdark side of the Ablawn
FmNo-one can stop us the sEbcript is a work of geBbnius FmNo-one has bought the rights Ebyet but we're not givingBb up FmEvery unwanted Eblawn jockey fits in the Bbscript FmDirected by spielberg and Ebstarring the masochist Bbclub
DbMary you look like Chell DbStuck in that ridiculous Cshell, oh AbGive us some light and Ebgod's pure love DbWe know what you've been Abdreaming of AbGive us some light and Ebgod's pure love DbWe know what you've been Abdreaming of AbGive us some light and Ebgod's pure love DbWe're taking you to FmHollywooo-Emoood
(Fm, E, Eb, Bb, Bbm) (Holllyyyywoooooddd!)
EbAnd we hide from theAb guns on our nigEbht reconnaiAbssance EbSteal flamingos and Abgnomes from the Ebdark side of the Ablawn
CmOne plays a socialistBb cokehead we dress in my Dbclothes CmOne plays a Satanist Bbworshipper of things Dbevil CmOne plays a poet who Bbstarts up a band of his Dbown CmOne plays a volleyball Bbplayer with both her wrists Dbbroke
EbAnd we hide from the Abguns on our Ebnight reconnaiAbssance EbSteal flamingos and Abgnomes from the Ebdark side of the Ablawn EbAnd we give them good Abhomes give them Eblove they've neverAb known EbIn the loft in the bAbarn in the town Ebwhere I was born Ab