Pulp - After you

^DmOn the last night on earth when the horses run free ^GmThe scriptures foretell of a party in ^AmHackney ^DmIn a dimly lit room crammed with loathing and hate ^GmThey’re selling their souls and I ju^Amst can’t wait

^DmI shrivel inside at the sight of her beauty ^GmI fall to the floor as she’s shaking^Am her booty ^DmThe rain makes me shiver; the wind turns me blue ^GmOh – the things we get up to, to get^Am through the night after you

^DmI knew it was wrong; I began to suspect ^GmWhen she reached over and pressed the ^Ameject ^DmI was up to the gunnels against your advice ^GmI felt so ashamed that I did it twice ^Am

^DmFrom disco to disco; from Safeway to Tesco ^GmWe’re shopping around from the cradl^Ame til death row ^DmFrom Tesco it’s down to the 7-11 ^GmTo chase through the night time, to ch^Amase through the night after you ^DmAfter you ^{Gm Am}

^DmI can’t explain why I need to be free ^GmBut if you need to be naked that’s a^Amlright by me ^DmIt’s the fast track express to the graveyard, I know ^GmSo what are you waiting for? Hey ho, l^Amet’s go ^DmFrom disco to disco; from Safeway to tesco ^GmWe’re shopping around from the cradl^Ame til death row ^DmDon’t stop til the train has pulled into the station ^GmI’ll hold the door for you – no, I^Am insist, after you ^DmAfter you ^{Gm Am} Dm Gm Am (and so on...) After you