The Edgar Broughton Band - House of turnabout

^BmSell me more cried the lady ^BmHer wares all hanging down I'm not a ^Alandlord or a tenant In the ^Bmhouse of turnabout ^BmMy pride is flat my body fat ^BmMy part played on this floor ^APay for me to play And hang your ^Bmtears next to mine

^BmOne with hope might move in here ^BmTheir shadows still intact To ^Atry to find the way we're meant And ^Bmnot prepared to act ^BmGeraldine was in the club ^BmHis face was torn in two Now ^Ahe could play with confidence A^Bmgain for me and you

^BmSell me more said the customer ^BmHis heroes falling down Is it ^AI that made you prisoner In the ^Bmhouse of turnabout ^BmShe wept I am at fault she said ^BmIt's me that brought you here Where the ^AMadame's at the peephole And the ^Bmbed is full of fear

^BmI'll not keep you in a void ^BmImpossible to fill ^ALook upon the guest list And the ^Bmmen that helped me kill ^BmThe vestiges of sanity ^BmThe bloom that was my pride And you're ^Anearly like a brother As you ^Bmlie here at my side

^BmGeraldine is beautiful ^BmThe smile plays on his face And I ^Aswear if it could happen I'd be ^Bmthankful in his place And I ^Aswear if it could happen I'd be ^Bmthankful in his place