Verse 1
 
A              Dm                G     G 
Broken cones I hide and hang my eyes 
I make my last move in the violent skies 
I'm horny, hungry, hopeful for your hand 
A plastic bag's no suitcase for my mind 
 
Chorus
 
Am(4)                  Dm(4) 
Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us   
F*(4)                   C(2) - C/B(2) 
Turning your hearts to mush 
Am(4)                  Dm(4) 
I was happy when I scored straight off the backboard  
F(4)               C(2) - C/B(2)     A  (4)     A(4) 
into the bin that day 
 
Verse 2
 
A                     Dm             G             G 
Take a moment, take two days, take years 
Indifference is a virtue 'mongst your peers 
So happy, healthy, humble as we speak 
The streets are filled with ordinary peeps..but the