Pulp The Mark of the Devil (Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Candida Doyle, Peter Mansell) Intro: D Gm x4 C Gm Verse:

The ^Dmark of ^Gmthe devil is upon you Your l^Dook is no ha^Gmppier than mine Dam^Cnation is w^Gmaiting in ^Dthe mir^Gmror, but you shouldn't mind

Their l^Degs start ^Gma feeling in your stomach Their ^Deyes knock you ^Gmbackwards with a glance Your ^Cpride sinks^Gm unnot^Diced in the^Gm river, given half a chance

Chorus:

And^E your^Gm past is just a bedroom Fu^Dll of imp^Gmlements of cruelty An^Ed the lis^Gmt will bind^D your eyes^Gm as you grow old An^Ed you ^Gmwant to join the laughter Sh^Daring ^Gmsimple shreds of feeling Bu^Et you^Gm fidget^D and ^Gmyour heart is growing cold

Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you Chances that perished long ago; The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul. The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones The nights out are hanging from your waist The years float like dust held in the sunlight, with an aftertaste And your past is just a bedroom Full of implements of cruelty And the list will bind your eyes as you grow old But you want to join the laughter Sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold La la la la la la la la la... And your past is just a bedroom Full of implements of cruelty And the list will bind your eyes as you grow old But you want to join the laughter Sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold And you want to join the laughter Sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold... La la La la la la La la la la... Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh, oh!

Pulp - The mark of the devil