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