Lloyd Cole - Everyones complaining

^FIt's always ^Craining in St. ^AmPetersburg, ^Fthis town will^C be the death of^Am me ^FI left my ra^Cincoat with my ^Amromany gypsy^D cards say that ^FThere isn't any justice in this wo^Drld as far as I have seen F D G F (let ring) Am No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free

^FWe're always ^Cscheming in the si^Amngles bars, ^Fbells are ^Cringing ain't it great t^Amo be alive ^FWatch me tur^Cning prematurel^Amy grey, ^Daw the money's killing me ^FBut there's a reason for this dri^Dnking, you see the poison tastes so sweet ^FAnd it beats the hell out of th^Dinking, all g^Good christians agree

^CI'v been w^Amalking circles^F, foot nailed to the floor ^CEveryo^Amne's complaining,^F I just lock my do^Dor F G F (let ring) I do believe I've seen it all

^FIt's always r^Caining when your d^Amrying out, t^Fhis town w^Cill be the death of ^Amme ^FEverybody lo^Cves you when your^Am down and out,^D the money's killing me ^FThere isn't any justice in this w^Dorld ^FNo more or less than we ^Ddeserve, I've no ^Gdesire to be free

^CI'll be wh^Amistling dixie,^F rocks down to my feet ^CEveryo^Amne's complaining,^F no one's losing s^Dleep ^FThis town w^Gill be the death of me

^CPretty boy^Ams and pretty g^Firls, everyone a saint ^CEveryo^Amne's complaining,^F no one's losing s^Dleep F G F (let ring) This town will be the death of me The death of ^Amme