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While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World" 
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You request some song you hate you sentimental fool 
    Em                Am 
And it's the force of habit 
      Em 
If it moves then you f*ck it 
      Am 
If it doesn't move you stab it 
 
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And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues" 
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He went out to work that night and wasted his breath 
Em                  Am 
Outside there was a public execution 
Em                   Am 
Inside he died a thousand deaths 
 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they put him in a suit of lights 
 
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In the perforated first editions 
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Where they advocate the hangman's noose 
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Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess 
    Em                Am 
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress 
 
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Anyway they say that she wears the trousers 
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And learnt everything that she does 
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And doesn't know if she should tell him yes 
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Or let him go 
 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they put him in a suit of lights 
 
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Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar 
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It's enough to make you think right now 
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But you don't bother 
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For goodness sake as you cry and shake 
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Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong 
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And think of all the pleasure that it brings 
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Though you know that it's wrong 
 
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And there's still life in your body 
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But most of it's leaving 
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Can't you give us all a break 
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Can't you stop breathing 
 
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And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues" 
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I went to work last night and wasted my breath 
Em                       Am 
Outside they're painting tar on somebody 
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It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be 
 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground 
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And they put him in a suit of lights 
 
repeat ... 
 
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And they put him in a suit of lights 
 
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