Fuck This Place

F C An itch, my eye Am F Twitch like a memory, forgotten bars F C One of those cities, one of those nights Am F Everyone's 'darling', everyone's 'sweetheart' F Am This drink to hold my hand, Am F One glass of anything, anything cheap F C And I'm here, just because Am F Everyone else's come just to be seen F C Oh I don't know these buildings G F I think I'm lost In the perfumed armpit of town, Develop a debt now, these people are pricks Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow Such disappointment when the paper is ripped So I stand, still boring and bored Itching my eye again, against the wall At the end, at the close, Would you be good enough to take me home? Cause I don't know these buildings I think I'm lost 2x F C Would you, would you Am F Would you be good enough to take me home? 4x