Richard Divine

Intro:
F#m


Verse 1:
F#m                               
Richard Divine made up his mind to
          Bm
 take the last few steps to
E                                 
the bathroom door from his bedroom
              F#m
 floor and to lock himself in.
F#m                          
Steady young hands, meticulous 
                    Bm
plans, disposable razors and a
E                            
blisterpack filled with strong 
sleeping pills, and a bath of hot 
F#m
water.



Chorus 1:
A                             C#7
   He said hes not for sale, said
                 D
 that he felt hounded,
            B                      
crowded and surrounded by this life
                     F#m    F
 he didnt choose.


Verse 2:
F#m                               
He carefully wrote a funerary note
             Bm
 on his best writing paper
E                                 
to set out the facts, and sealed 
                           F#m 
it with wax, and left it in the 
         F
kitchen.
Continúa después del anuncio
F#m                               
He left it out so his parents 
                      Bm
would know what there was waiting 
for them
E                                 
pale cold skin and blood seeping 
             F#m
in to the landing carpet.


Chorus 2:
A                            C#7 
   He said hes not for sale, said
                D
 that he felt hounded,
                 B                 
crowded and surrounded by this life
                   A
 he didnt choose.
                C#7                
But everybody plays this game on a 
          D
daily basis.
                                 B
Theyre not heroes, theyre survivors,

and its not Shakespearian if they 
lose.


Bridge:  F#m  E   D  C#  (not sure)

F#m                           
So do what you want,do what you 
                    E
want, do what the voices tell you,
D                                 
but don’t ever say, dont ever say 
                C#
that we didnt warn you
                        F#m   F 
Because we warned you.
F#m    F F#m   F F#m



Chorus 3:
A                        C#7     
    He said hes not for sale, but
                        D
 he bought into his failure.
                         B
Hes telling tales that hammer nails 
right into open palms.
A                   C#7          
   A martyr in reverse, he’s best
             D
 at being worst,
                      B
the rest of us are cursed but we 
keep calm and we carry on.


Outro:  F#   C#7  D  E     F#  C#7  
D
E
   So Richard, here it is:
A                        C#m     
   None of us are blameless, 
                    D
huddled here like strangers,
                     E
shameless in our lists of all the 
changes we say we need.
A                         C#7
    But I think that you knew that,
                         D         
you cant pretend its news that when
                         D# (?) B
 you cut yourself youll bleed.