Stand Up Tragedy

	  		
Intro: A (x4)

Verse 
A 
Pardon me sugar I’m the man underneath your thumb 
But I won’t take your violence and I won’t chew your bubblegum 
A 
White heat, indiscreet, any day now obsolete 
Though you’ve seen your best days 
         A 
I would still walk down your empty street 
          D                           E                   A 
Well you look like salvation but you taste like a refugee 
         D                            E                      A 
Well you say you got no soul but you look like you do to me 

A 
If I was the melody you were the symphony 
              D                 E 
Honey loving you took the very best of me 
                   A 
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy 
              D                  E         A 
Just another punch line in your stand up tragedy
 

Verse 
                A 
Well I’ve been pushing up daisies 
Just to catch a glimpse of something real 
 A 
When I see you coming 
I might just as well give up and kneel 
     D 
Well if you saw me broken 
          E              A 
Would you put me out my misery? 
       D                           E            A 
Well I don’t do handsome and you don’t do sympathy 

Verse 
E             A 
If I was the melody you were the symphony 
              D                E 
Honey loving you took the very best of me 
                  A 
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy 
               D                E 
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy 

Bridge 
A                       D        C 
Wrong from the get go, let it slide 
A 
Tell them what they don’t know 
Sing them praises far and wide 
D                    C 
Give those speeches, ring them bells 
            A 
Mama don’t know what she preaches 
E 
But she sure looks dignified 
E 
Well she sure looks dignified 
E 
Well she sure looks dignified 

               A 
If I was the melody you were the symphony 
              D                 E 
Honey loving you took the very best of me 
                   A 
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy 
              D                 E 
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy
 

Outro 
A 
Take my hungry guarantee 
                  D                   E 
I could be your slave if you’d only beg for me 
                  A 
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy 
              D 
Just another punchline in your 
 E 
Stand up, sit down, lie back, turn round, play dead for me 
 E 
Stand up tragedy