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