Fucking Ada

Bm Moments of sadness, moments of guilt F#m Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt G Chapter of incident, chapter and verse A F# Sub-heading chronic, paragraph worse Bm Lost in the limelight, backed in the blaze F#m Did it for nine pence, those were the days G Give me my acre and give me my plough A Tell me tomorrow, don't bother me now D E Fucking Ada, fucking Ada A F#m Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Bm Times at a distance, times without touch F#m Greed forms the habit of asking to much G Followed at bedtime by builders and bells A F# Wait ‘til the doldrums which nothing dispels Bm Idly, mentally, doubtful and dread F# Who runs with the beans shall not stale with the bread G Let me lie fallow and dormant dismay A Tell me tomorrow, don't bother today D E Fucking Ada, fucking Ada A F#m Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Bm Tried like a good ‘un, did it all wrong t F# Thought that the hard way was taking to long G To late for regret or chemical change A F# Yesterday's targets have gone out of range Bm Failure infolds me with clammy green arms F# Damn the excursions and blast the alarms G For the rest of what's natural I'll lay on the ground A Tell me tomorrow if I'm still around D E Fucking Ada, fucking Ada A F#m Fucking Ada, fucking Ada D E Fucking Ada, fucking Ada A F#m Fucking Ada, fucking Ada