Stand Up Tragedy

A
Pardon me sugar I’m the man 
underneath your thumb
But I won’t take your violence and I
 won’t chew your bubblegum
A
White heat, indiscreet, any day now 
obsolete
Though you’ve seen your best days
         A
I would still walk down your empty 
street
          D                        
Well you look like salvation but 
   E                   A
you taste like a refugee
         D                         
Well you say you got no soul but 
   E                      A
you look like you do to me

[Chorus]
A
If I was the melody you were the 
symphony
              D                 E
Honey loving you took the very best 
of me
                   A
I don’t need your red wine covered 
sympathy
              D                
Just another punch line in your 
  E         A
stand up tragedy

[Verse]
                A
Well I’ve been pushing up daisies
Just to catch a glimpse of something
 real
 A
When I see you coming
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I might just as well give up and 
kneel
     D
Well if you saw me broken
          E              A
Would you put me out my misery?
       D                        
Well I don’t do handsome and you 
   E            A
don’t do sympathy

[Verse]
E             A
If I was the melody you were the 
symphony
              D                E
Honey loving you took the very best 
of me
                  A
I don’t need your red wine covered 
sympathy
               D                E
Just another punchline in your stand
 up tragedy

[Bridge]
A                       D        C
Wrong from the get go, let it slide
A
Tell them what they don’t know
Sing them praises far and wide
D                    C
Give those speeches, ring them bells
            A
Mama don’t know what she preaches
E
But she sure looks dignified
E
Well she sure looks dignified
E
Well she sure looks dignified

[Chorus]
               A
If I was the melody you were the 
symphony
              D                 E
Honey loving you took the very best 
of me
                   A
I don’t need your red wine covered 
sympathy
              D                 E
Just another punchline in your stand
 up tragedy

[Otro]
A
Take my hungry guarantee
                  D                
I could be your slave if you’d only
   E
 beg for me
                  A
I don’t need your red wine covered 
sympathy
              D
Just another punchline in your
 E
Stand up, sit down, lie back, turn 
round, play dead for me
 E
Stand up tragedy