Mark Seymour - Last ditch cabaret

^AmChaos is c^Creeping through your ^Fpretty ^Dmpictures Here in this land of savage dreams You dare to walk alone through empty streets where Nothing is ever what it seems Somebody calls you but you dare not answer Must be the voice of desperation Here in these days of joy and instant karma you hide your stash and keep your station

^GJust let me paint a rosey picture ^Dmwhere doom and gloom is not all^Gowed We'll go^C cheek to cheek as we squ^Ameeze into the crowd ^DmYour living death blew me aw^Gay In this last ditch caba^Amret ^{C F Dm}

^AmYou heard the ^Claughing stock was ^Fbeing ^Dmrounded to try their luck inside the yard Blue-blooded sporstmen and your ultra-violet ladies know how to take their drinkin' hard Oh brother don't you wish that you were like them Their panic never seems to show Tonight you're with them in this sexy cabaret Tonight there's nowhere else to go

^GJust let me paint a rosey picture ^Dmwhere doom and gloom is not all^Gowed We'll go^C cheek to cheek as we ^Amsqueeze into the crowd ^DmYour living death blew me aw^Gay In this last ditch cabar^Amet ^{C F Am}

^AmAll the bad old d^Cays are gone. There's ^Fno one home but the ^Dmlights are on I'll be there before too long. Keep my head down right or wrong

^GJust let me paint a rosey picture ^Dmwhere doom and gloom is not all^Gowed We'll go^C cheek to cheek as we ^Amsqueeze into the crowd ^DmYour living death blew me aw^Gay In this last ditch cabar^Cet ^{Am Dm G}