Maura O'Connell - Poetic justice

I was not the one you ^Fwanted ^AmYou can see I'm recon^Fciled ^DmMust you ^Cbe so disap^Gpointed ^DmCan you not ^Ccarry on in ^Gstyle Is it ^Amtoo much to ^G/Bsay we loved ^Chard 'Til the w^Forld fell back in ^Cplace And left us where we ^Gare

I ^Cfeel like the ^Gking when the ^G/Bqueen loses ^Amfaith And the crowd rushes ^Fin to tear down the ^Cgate While the ^Cwhole palace ^Gslept and I ^G/Bnever rang the ^Ambell Maybe that's poetic ^Fjustice, but it's pretty hard to ^Ctell

And ^Amwhen the fortune wheel is ^Fspinning ^AmLuck is fortune's dirty ^Fjoke ^DmAnd a ^Cplayer's chance of ^Gwinning ^DmIs di^Cminished by his ^Ghope Can't you ^Amlaugh just to ^G/Bthink of the ^Cgold We had ^Frunning though our ^Chands When we were on a ^Groll

I ^Cfeel like the ^Gking when the ^G/Bqueen loses ^Amfaith And the crowd rushes ^Fin to tear down the ^Cgate And de^Cclare what was ^Gmine I ^G/Bstole from someone ^Amelse Maybe that's poetic ^Fjustice, but it's pretty hard to ^Ctell

It's hard to ^Etell Why the ^Amsolid ground surprised us when we ^Ffell It's hard to ^Csay, it's life and ^Edeath Or just so ^Ammany bitter words beneath your ^Fbreath

I ^Cfeel like the ^Gking when the ^G/Bqueen loses ^Amfaith And the crowd rushes ^Fin to tear down the ^Cgate While the ^Cwhole palace ^Gslept and I ^G/Bnever rang the ^Ambell Maybe that's poetic ^Fjustice, but it's pretty hard to ^Ctell

I feel like the ^Gking when the ^G/Bqueen loses ^Amhope And the crowd rushes ^Fin to raise the gallows ^Cpole And declare what they must ^Gdo, I'm ^Edoing to my^Amself Well, if that's poetic ^Fjustice, how can anybody ^Ctell?