Marc Almond - Catch a fallen star

Black r^Gings round your eyes And you're sp^Dmewing your lies That you kn^Gow is your old routi^Dmne Spilling your ^Amdrink With a nudge and ^Emwink As you boast about p^Ameople you've ^Embeen Smoking y^Gour cigarette ^DmDown to the butt And your t^Geeth are as black as the ^Dmtar You t^Amell them at sex You're a s^Emtud in the bed As you ^Amhang for your life on the ^Embar And you ^Gsee your own peak On the t^Dmop of the mountain Of bod^Gies you trod on to get t^Dmhere Shit on ^Amme, shit on her Shit on y^Emou in the end And they w^Amon't even lend you the bus f^Emare Now you're ^Gboring the pants off The t^Dmart on the dance-floor As you te^Gll her the person you once w^Dmere She just s^Amees you as trash But she cr^Emeams at the cash That you mi^Amght pay just to grope h^Emer

And this t^Gown is a potpou^Dmrri of disease Can you sm^Gell the herpes from the scum-suc^Dmking fucks That hang ar^Amound the same suckers each mid^Em-night You were be^Aming your photo And spouting your p^Emromo Flicking ^Gback your limp quiff That's as l^Dmimp as your dick Irritatin^Gg your greedy cross-eyed ^Dmsight

Oh Chr^Amist and you're greasing up ^Emnow To the creepy old c^Amow That would sell out your m^Emother and besides ^GYour sell-out assured You were always a w^Dmhore And you've al^Gways been taken for long ^Dmrides At the sm^Amell of the bribe You go je^Emlly inside As you s^Amtep up the gold ladder to big t^Emime Kick t^Ghem on the way up, kick you on the way ^Dmdown And yo^Gu'll need them all again in good t^Dmime Your fr^Amiend is the "yes" man Who sits by your s^Emide With his h^Amand in your pocket all the t^Emime And he's me^Gssing your head Tries to get you in ^Dmbed Well it's ^Gall masturbation of a k^Dmind

What you e^Garn, heaven knows It goes straight up your n^Dmose And you s^Gtrangle your health in the e^Dmnd And you're ^Amblinded by bull And you've really been ^Emfull And it's dri^Amving you straight round the b^Emend And you're to^Gld that a smile is so worth your w^Dmhile Its what "y^Ges" men call diplomac^Dmy It'll g^Amet you the goal But while l^Emosing the soul You're f^Amorgetting the qualit^Emy And you he^Gave on your drink As you're st^Dmarting to think That a^Gll that shines may not be la^Emrme But a ^Amcheap substitute That'll g^Emive you the boot You're just a ^Amstiff at a funeral part^Emy Where you s^Glouch on the bar With your a^Dmrm in the beer Wearing ye^Gsterday's mascara today^Dm And it ^Amruns when you cry about li^Emving a lie And the l^Amie's starting to fade away^Em Fade away