Plastic Jesus

	  		Em 
 I'm tired now, 
G 	       G/F# 	  	  	 Em 
Two hours sixteen minutes on the phone ?  
C 	  	  	 Em 
And not an answer here in view 
Em 
We tread the same tracks 
G 	       G/F# 	  	  	 Em 
Why you're hurt and why I'm cruel; ball-aching  
C 	  	  	 Em 
Like we always do 

C 	  	  	 Em 
I've got two hundred sixteen miles left to go 
C 	  	  	 Em 
I'm red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say - anyhow 
F 	  	  	 C 	 C/B 	 Am 
I'm not the fool you claim I am ? I'm driving back to you 
G 	       G/F# 	  	  	 Em 
Plastic Jesus don't you fail me now 
G 	       G/F# 	  	  	 Em 
Jesus don't you fail me now 

I was home late, 
Sixteen missed calls flashing on the phone ?  
All of them from you. 
So I've been out ? 
And what is wrong with that, don't get so upset,  
At all the troubles we go through 

I've got one hundred sixteen miles left to go 
I'm red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say - anyhow 
I'm not the fool you claim I am ? I'll make it up to you 
Plastic Jesus don't you fail me now 
Jesus don't you fail me now 

Radio on loud, 
Songs of leaving home and going home. 
When you shouldn't leave home in the first place. 
The windows down, 
I've got a Plastic Jesus waltzing from the mirror 
Just to keep me awake 

I've got only sixteen miles left to go 
I'm red-eyed, bleary, nothing more to say - anyhow 
I'm not the fool you claim I am ? I'll make it up to you 
Plastic Jesus don't you fail me now 
Jesus don't you fail me now 
Jesus don't you fail me now 
Jesus don't you fail me now 

From Cigarettes, Gin & Dead Dogs... 2006