The Aftertaste Of Paradise Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[F#][C]

[Verse 1]
[F#]Look, top of the world.
He'd started talking to himself.
His ma was dead.
The first sign of madness,
talking to [C]yourself.
Alarm bells should
have been going off in his head.
[F]As [F#]clear as crystal he ignored the
SOS, gave a little whistle and
made his last request.
[C]He tuned into his local commercial radio station and
listened to the spokesman for his [F]gen[C]eration,
Who said, [F#]put your hands in the air,
like you just don't [C]care.
Put your [F#]hands in the air,
like you just don't care,
About anything or anybody
About love, hate, [A]cruelty [C]or pain
About football or music, the sun,
the wind and the rain
It's the [F#]aftertaste of paradise
It doesn't pay to advertise
Pop wine and a two -part
pack of lies
Scintillating, trivialized
Tele[C]vision fairytale
Like
Neverland with pumpkin tails
All the trimmings and nothing else
Top boots instead of arse and wells
We [F#]owe you nothing, state of ours
Probably worth a ton for twelve
Never mind the quality, fail yourself
Slipping into mental health
[F#m]I than[C]k the
Lord that I was blessed
With more than my share of bitchiness
Cos everything is specious
I'm done with mirrors and camera tricks
[F]Miles and miles of cheesy smiles
In [Am]churches and cathedrals
One [G]beat the code and
he'd eat a child and put
[D]An end to evil, it's ele[Dm]mentary[F]
My dear
Watson, from the [Am]pistol and the smoke
The
[G]Jetson and the
Watson
I'm a vic[D]tim, [Dm]I'm [C]a fool, stupid j[F#]oke
He turns off his radio,
looks at his newspaper
[C]He's thought about truth,
he's thought about lies
And he's thought about...
[F#]All accounts and paper plates
Homes and boats and shipwrecks
Fascist bully boys and girls from
the ashes of a poisoned world
[C]Oh, then use that spittagress if it
flies and penance are guiding
Tits and arse blink like the birch and
take the children up to church
[F]Miles and miles of cheesy smiles
in [Am]churches and cathedrals
One [G]feed the cold and needy,
drought and flood
[D]An end [Dm]to evil, it's elementary,
[F]my dear
Watson
From the [Am]pistol and the smoke
The
[G]Jetson and the
Bronson are the vic[D]tims
[Dm]I'm [C]a cruel, stupid joke
you