Peter Doherty - Birdcage

Little ^Bmbird in a ^Acage ^G you’ve been turnin^F#g heads around her

You ^Bmplayed your ^Apart ^G You signed your lot under ^F#their instruction

^GLooking through the bars, staring ^F#at the stars ^Bm Only ^Alove can ^Gheal the ^F#sickness of celebrity

^Bmone by one and ^Eday by ^F#day ^Bm see the good ones they ^Efall aw^F#ay

^BmI see you standing your st^Eyle and you ^F#know you should be ^Bm sorry ^{E F#}

^BmYou said, that we could ^Gnever be ^F#together ^BmYou’re too pretty an^Gd I'm to^F#o clever

^Bm Good morning heartache and ^Gthese foolish ^F#things

^Bm Only ^Alove can ^Gheal the ^F#sickness of celebrity ^BmLove is the bread. Love is the ^Awine. Love is the ^Gsoul’s ho^F#t coals

^Bm‘Why?’ ^Gthe caged bird alwa^F#ys sings ^Bmthrough the ages, for the ^Gpleasure of the ^F#kings

^BmLying down with a thorn in your crown they’r^Ge calling out you^F#r name You slip aw^Bmay ^{G F#}