Verse
Bm F#m
there's a lack of spice in every art director's life
A G
the suntanned ghost is lying face down on the floor
Bm F#m
there's a lack of spice in every copywriter's life
A G
there'll be no waiting around for the man anymore
[Chorus]
D Am
now he's gone and what's the meaning?
C G F
i can't see why he had to sacrifice his life
D Am
it is yourself that you're deceiving
C G
i shouldn't have to tell you so
[Interlude]
Bm F#m A G x2
[Chorus]
D Am
now he's gone and what's the meaning?
C G F
i can't see why he had to sacrifice his life
D Am
it is yourself that you're deceiving
[Outro]
C F