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Pulp The Mark of the Devil (Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Candida Doyle, Peter Mansell) Intro: G Cm x4 F Cm Verse:
The Gmark of Cmthe devil is upon you Your lGook is no haCmppier than mine DamFnation is wCmaiting in Gthe mirCmror, but you shouldn't mind
Their lGegs start Cma feeling in your stomach Their Geyes knock you Cmbackwards with a glance Your Fpride sinksCm unnotGiced in theCm river, given half a chance
Chorus:
AndA yourCm past is just a bedroom FuGll of impCmlements of cruelty AnAd the lisCmt will bindG your eyesCm as you grow old AnAd you Cmwant to join the laughter ShGaring Cmsimple shreds of feeling BuAt youCm fidgetG and Cmyour 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!