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