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