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.
