Verse: A The house caught on fire in the winter D the bosses lay slain and each of the workers decided A to ten-fold their pay and they saw in the mirror D the sun had been shot down in flames A and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain Chorus: A E7 but it doesnt really matter D A when the judgements are said E7 ʼcos we all take our chances D A to find our romances in some others bed E7 and you might burn your fingers D A hook your best friends rings for those E7 whoʼd have you standing naked D A then publicly auction the use of a hose Verse: A all the children where laughing D their faces in half at the pain of the girl who loved talking to walls A and jumping at trains and the words that ring true D in the playground of fools will remain A and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain Chorus: A E7 but it doesnt really matter D A when the rights have been read E7 ʼcos we all take our chances to glance D A at the wife in the opposite bed E7 D A and I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain E7 D how policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses A just finding their way.
