The Psychedelic Furs - All that money wants

City sky ^Gcomes down like rain Through all the alley^Cs to the sea I hear foot^Gsteps getting louder Dro^Cwning in my sleep Painted lie^Ds on painted lips That promise hea^Cven tastes like this I don't beli^Deve that I believed in you ^C

All that money wants ^G All that m^Coney wants ^G All that m^Coney wants

Sunday's ^Gchild will fall through faith I feel I'm falling^C out of grace Grey city sky^G comes down like rain To dr^Cown me in my sleep People f^Dade and I forget you I hear ^Cfootsteps see their faces But it a^Dll means nothing to me now ^C

All that money wants ^G All that m^Coney wants ^G All that m^Coney wants

City sky ^Dcomes down like rain Through all the alley^Cs to the sea I hear foot^Dsteps getting louder I’m^C drowning in my sleep

Painted li^Ges on broken lips That promise hea^Cven tastes like this Came home pushed^G and full of pins ^C

Sunday's child w^Gill fall through faith I feel I'm falli^Cng out of grace I see th^Ge sky comes down like rain To drown^C me in my sleep People f^Dade and I forget you I hear f^Cootsteps, I see faces But it a^Dll means nothing to me ^C

All that money wants ^G All that mo^Cney wants ^G All that mo^Cney wants ^G

All that mo^Cney wants ^G