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