Take Your Carriage Clock And Shove It

F# C# F# C# F# C# G# C# G# F# C# In the boardroom the quiet man takes a second to think what to do; F# C# G# He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak and he hears his own voice; C# G# F# C# For years and years he's done nothing but bear down, and put up with all their demands; F# C# G# She sits like a viper and offers a clock without giving a damn...He takes it; C# G# F# C# "Honour forbids me, but honour be damned, you have wined till you got what you want; F# C# G# I did the work and when things were going badly you left us to rot"; F# C# F# C# F# C# G#, etc. C# G# F# C# He locked the door of the boardroom and turned, like the scene from the old country song; F# C# G# Towering over the table he is lost; he is drunk with it all: C# G# F# C# "You only came back to us when we'd turned it around, when we'd rescued your arse from the fire; F# C# G# Your contribution to all that we did is to say it was dire" F# C# F# C# F# C# G#, etc. C# (one strum) G#(ibid.) F#(ibid.) C#(ibid). "Night after day after night I've been working, despite of you fucking us all; F#(ibid.) C#(ibid) G#(ibid.) Now I'm going to die, I don't care if you cry, just please leave me alone; C# G# F# C# And spare those tears for yourself, we've had those 'till we're sick, you should leave while you still the chance"; F# C# F# C# The others were shocked at this shameful display at the end of an hounoured career; F# C# G# He paused in the silence to pull down his tie and observe the melee.