Swingin' Utters - Nowhere fast

^EI've crossed this road before ^C#mFor many years, I'm sure ^ADon't recognize the faces, though ^BThat pass me by, I've been ^EOff and on my way again ^C#mPassed Marsh Road, Atherton ^ABlack Mountain Way and ^BBored stale houses on the yellowed plains

^AI'm going^E off again, and ^BFor no good r^C#meason year by year ^AI've achieved some feeling ^BThat this time I leave is nowhere fast

^EI've seen the lot of them ^C#mFrom queens to journeymen ^ABigots and confidantes ^BI've spoken to and laughed with ^EDestructive catalysts ^C#mProfessionals and loyalists ^APunk rock pop nihilists ^BHave grown up amongst suburban architects

^AAnd I'm going^E off again, and ^BFor no good r^C#meason year by year ^AI've achieved some feeling ^BThat this time I leave is nowhere fast

^AAnd who ca^En say it was all ^Bdeceiving? ^AOr that an^Eybody was m^Bislead? ^AI'm not the ^Eone to be j^Budging ^AI may not ev^Een be who ^BI think I am

^EThe asphalt is my burning bed ^C#mHas left me invalid ^APuts me to sleep at night ^BIn the arms of some strange no man's land ^EI'll be back by the west ^C#mI need the fucking rest ^ABut in the meantime these ^BBroken roads and homes will ring in my head ^E