What To Do

VERSE


         C           Em            C7               E7
Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye...
             F                    G                          C    G
Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door.

         C           Em            C7               E7
On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and cassettes,
         F            G          C    G
cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores.


CHORUS PART 1


        C       C7
What to do?
F                  Fm    Dm                                           G
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time.

         C         C7         F        Fm
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
Dm                              G             G7
could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.


CHORUS PART 2

        C     Em     Am     F
What to dooooooooooooooooo oh
        C      E7      Am      F
What to doooooooooooooooooooo oh


VERSE 2


When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much less pretty
 
but the mirror's never failed you like this before. 
 
So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls 
 
and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more.
 
(and more and more and more...) 


CHORUS


VERSE 3
        

When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear 
 
that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose. 
 
It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of Amsterdam (Pamplona, too), 
 
but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows.
 
Now nobody knows 


then chorus until the end.