Trashcan Sinatras - Obscurity knocks

^Amaj7Always at the foot of the photograph ^Bm7that's me there snug as a thug in a ^Amaj7Mugshot pose a foul-mouthed rogue ^Bm7owner of his corner and not much more Still these ^Adays I'm better ^Amaj7placed ^Dto get my just re^Ewards I'll pound ^Aout a tune and very ^Amaj7soon I'll have ^Dtoo much to say and a dead ^Estupid name

^E7And though i ^Aought to be ^Dlearning i ^Efeel like a ve^E7teran Of "^Aoh i like your ^Dpoetry ^Ebut I hate your po^Bmems" ^ACalendars ^Dcrumble I'm ^Eknee deep in num^E7bers I've ^Aturned 2^D1, I've ^Etwist, I'm bust and wrong a^Bmgain ^A

^Amaj7Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two ^Bm7looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring ^Amaj7In the lap of luxury it comes to mind is this ^Bm7headboard hard? am i a lap behind? But to ^Aface doom in a sock-stenched^Amaj7 room ^Dall by my^Eself Is the ^Akind of fate i never contem^Amaj7plate lots of ^Dpeople would cry though none ^Espring to mind

^E7And though i ^Aought to be ^Dlearning i ^Efeel like a ve^E7teran Of "^Aoh i like your ^Dpoetry ^Ebut I hate your po^Bmems" ^ACalendars ^Dcrumble I'm ^Eknee deep in num^E7bers I've ^Aturned 2^D1, I've ^Etwist, I'm bust and wrong a^Bmgain ^A

^DKnow what it's ^Gmaj7like to sigh at the ^Dsight of the first quarter of ^Gmaj7life? Ever ^Em9stopped to think and ^A6susfound out nothing was there?

They laugh to see ^Asuch fun I'm playing blind man's ^Amaj7bluff ^Bmall by my^Dself And they're ^Achanting a line from a nursery ^Amaj7rhyme "^Eba ba bleary eyes - have ^Bmyou any i^Ddea?"

^AYears of ^Dlearning i ^Emust be a ve^E7teran Of "^Aoh i like your ^Dpoetry but I ^Ehate your po^Bmems" And the ^Acalendar's ^Dcluttered with ^Edays that are num^E7bered I've ^Aturned 2^D1, I've ^Etwist, I'm bust and wrong a^Bmgain...