Palaye Royale - Dark side of the silver spoon

^GmSelf-assured, she strikes a p^Ebose, a deadly s^Dilhouette ^Gm Sits behind a cloud of ^Ebsmoke and lights a ^Dcigarette ^Gm A smoky cabaret with ^Ebnights of sins and ^Dno regret ^CmLights go down, ^Dspotlight, now cue the quar^Gmtet

^Gm I look around the room, ^Ebsterilize the ^Dnagging noose ^Gm Elegantly dressed, ^Ebhuman trash in ^Dbaby blue ^Gm We're taken to the floor and ^Ebdancing to the ^Dlovely tunes ^CmTip your top hats, raise your ^Dglass, 'cause here's to ^Bbyou

Poor ^Gmme, poor ^Ebyou, we ^Ebmcan't afford the ^Flife wе ^Bbchoose Big ^Gmdreams, small ^Ebshoes, got ^Ebmnothing еlse ^Fleft to ^Bblose Same ^Dme, same ^Ebyou, until the ^Ebmdrugs start ^Fdoing ^Bbyou Poor ^Gmme, poor ^Ebyou, the dark ^Ebmside of the ^Fsilver ^Bbspoon

^Gm The men in suits gather '^Ebround a secret ^Drendezvous ^Gm Taking off their rings, their ^Ebfinger sings a ^Ddifferent tune ^Gm A velvet curtain hide the ^Ebsound of guilt in ^Dsecret rooms Un^Cmfaithful night, house^Dwife, she can smell the per^Gmfume

Poor ^Gmme, poor ^Ebyou, we ^Ebmcan't afford the ^Flife wе ^Bbchoose Big ^Gmdreams, small ^Ebshoes, got ^Ebmnothing еlse ^Fleft to ^Bblose Same ^Dme, same ^Ebyou, until the ^Ebmdrugs start ^Fdoing ^Bbyou Poor ^Gmme, poor ^Ebyou, the dark ^Ebmside of the ^Fsilver ^Gmspoon

^BbOoh, ^Dmall of my ^Absuits, are ^Gripped up and ^Cmused They'll ^Fnever fit the same way again ^BbOoh, ^Dmall the law^Absuits, they ^Gtake all my ^Cmloot They'll ^Fnever get it back again, oh

^Gm Tell ^Dme the ^Fmtruth, when did the ^C/Edrugs start doing ^Ebyou? ^EbmYou, ^Ebooh-ooh

^Bb Poor ^Gmme, poor ^Ebyou, and ^Gbmaybe one more ^Fdrink or^Bb two Big ^Gmdreams, small ^Ebshoes, got ^Gbnothing еlse^F left to^Bb lose Same ^Dme, same ^Ebyou, until the ^Ebmdrugs start ^Fdoing ^Bbyou Poor ^Gmme, poor ^Ebyou, the dark ^Ebmside of the ^Fsilver ^Gbspoon

The dark side of the silver spoon^Bb