Bm F#m D A
Upon the sand, upon the bay
Bm F#m D A
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Bm
Before you illustrate
F#m D A
I'd rather state:
Bm F#m D
"I'm not the man you think I am
A Bm F#m D A
I'm not the man you think I am"
Bm F#m D A
And Sorrow's native son
Bm F#m D A
He will not smile for anyone
Bm F#m D A
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
C#m A C#m A C#m Ab
Oh...
Bm F#m D
End of the pier, end of the bay
A Bm F#m D A
You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust,
Bm F#m D
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
A D
Soon be dust... "
Bm F#m D
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
A Bm F#m D A
I'm not the man you think I am
Bm F#m D A
And Sorrow's native son
Bm F#m D A
He will not rise for anyone
Bm F#m D A
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
C#m A C#m A C#m Ab
Oh...
Bm F#m D
I could have been wild and I could have
A
Been free
Bm F#m D
But Nature played this trick on me
A Bm
She wants it Now
F#m
And she will not wait
D
But she's too rough
A
And I'm too delicate
Bm F#m
Then, on the sand
D A Bm
Another man, he takes her hand
F#m D A
A smile lights up her stupid face
Bm F#m
(and well, it would)
D A
I lost my faith in Womanhood
Bm F#m
I lost my faith in Womanhood
D A
I lost my faith...
C#m A C#m A C#m Ab
Oh...
Hand in glove...
The sun shines out of our behinds...
Oh...
