[Intro] Em  B  Am  C

C           Em
I'm sick of working for a living
         B
I'm just ticking off the days till I die
                 Am
Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah...
        C
And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth

Em
Oh periscope up
                        B  
I've been looking for a ladder
                            Am
I need to see the commander in chief
    C 
And remind him what was passed onto me.

     Em
Your mum don't sleep!
        B 
And the friends you keep!
         Am             Em   
I didn't raise a thief!   
         B  
I didn't raise a thief!
    Am 
But the leaders of the free world
    G                               B
Are just little boys throwing stones
    Am 
And it's easy to ignore
     G                                         B
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes

( Em  B  Am C )
 
   Em 
My thinking isn't driven
        B
But the music always gives me a lift
              Am    
I'm so easy to please, yeah
      C
But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen, oh no!

Em
Oh periscope up
                        B 
Should be looking for a ladder
                               Am
I need to see the commander in chief
    C
And remind him what was passed onto you and me

Em
Your mum don't sleep!
        B   
And the friends you keep!
         Am             Em 
I didn't raise a thief! 
         B
I didn't raise a thief!

    Am 
But the leaders of the free world
    G                               B
Are just little boys throwing stones 
    Am
And it's easy to ignore
             G                                 B
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes  

Em                                        B
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
      Am                                            C 
We're climbing a landslide, where only the good die young 

Em
Oh periscope up
                        B 
I've been looking for a ladder
                               Am
I need to see the commander in chief
    C
And remind him what was passed onto you and me

Em                                        B
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
      Am                                            C 
We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young