Outrageous

E
It's outrageous to line your pockets
 off the misery of the poor.
Outrageous the crime some human 
beings must endure.
It's a blessing to wash your face in
 summer solstice rain
It's outrageous a man like me stand 
here and complain.

[Pre-Chorus]

E
But I'm tired, 900 sit-ups a day.
I'm painting my hair the color of 
mud, mud, OK?
I'm tired, tired, anybody care what 
I say? NO!
Painting my hair the color of mud.

Key: Gb

[Chorus]

C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
Tell me, who's gonna love you when 
your looks are gone?
Ah, who's gonna love you when your 
looks are gone?
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
F
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
G                                 
Who's gonna love you when your 
              C
looks are gone?

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Key: Bb

[Verse 2]

E
It's outrageous the food they try to
 serve in the public school.
Outrageous the way they talk to you 
like some kind of clinical fool
It's a blessing to rest my head in 
the circle of your love.
It's outrageous, I can't stop 
thinking about the things I'm 
thinking of.

[Pre-Chorus]

E
But I'm tired, 900 sit-ups a day.
I'm painting my hair the color of 
mud, mud, OK?
I'm tired, tired, anybody care what 
I say? NO!
Painting my hair the color of mud.

Key: Gb

[Chorus]

C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
Tell me, who's gonna love you when 
your looks are gone?
Ah, who's gonna love you when your 
looks are gone?
F
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
G                                 
Who's gonna love you when your 
               E
looks are gone?

[Chorus]

C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
Tell me, who's gonna love you when 
your looks are gone?

Key: Bb

[Post-Chorus]

G                                 
God will, like he waters the 
                       C
flowers on the window sill.
Take me, I'm an ordinary player in 
the key of C,
G                                 
And my will was broken by my pride
                F
 and my vanity

C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?
G                                 
God will, like he waters the 
                     C
flowers on the window sill.
C
Who's gonna love you when your looks
 are gone?