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# F but it doesnt really matter D# A# when the judgements are said F ʼcos we all take our chances D# A# to find our romances in some others bed F and you might burn your fingers D# A# hook your best friends rings for those F 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# F but it doesnt really matter D# A# when the rights have been read F ʼcos we all take our chances to glance D# A# at the wife in the opposite bed F D# A# and I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain F D# how policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses A# just finding their way.
