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