Tom: Dm
Dm*
Creases in your white dress bruises on your bare skin
C Dm
looks like another fine mess you’ve got yourself into.
Dm*
What’s the matter with you has the cat got your tongue ?
C Dm
Well if you don’t like the beat don’t play with the drum.
[Chorus]
Gm Bb Gm
Maxine you’re not the only one to take the whole world on
Dm
but no one’s ever won.
Gm Bb Gm
Maxine case one-three-five-two a red and green tattoo
Dm
eyes cold steel blue.
[Verse]
Dm*
On a rain slicked avenue long shadows in the night
C
take off your spike heeled shoes
Gm
you’ve got to run for your life (run for your life).
Gm*
Razor blade in your pocket from an ex-marine
C Dm
makes you speed like a rocket ooh it cuts so clean.
[Chorus]
(NB: whole goes up a semitone for final verse & chorus)
[Verse]
D#m*
How come you're playing for borrowed time staring out into space
C# D#m
bad boys and cold comfort and a smacked-up face.
