Cocaine Diana

E A Mirror in my bedsit bathroom E A Pulling nails out of my head E A Lucy is on my shoulder E A Talking like she owns the dead E A So you wanna be my soldier E A And to ride your own shooting star E A I'll see you on your back in twelve boy E A And I'll fly you where the moon is dark E A In three you get your snow white sandbox E A Chariot and golden fleece E A Give 'em anything that'll make 'em scream E A To a funky pumping beat E A In six you're up to sugar daddy E A The mansion full of beautiful girls E A In nine you're the new Messiah E A Playing Messaline on fire F#m A In twelve it's not a pretty sight F#m A And she's nowhere to be seen F#m A I could come around a full moon later F#m A But I was never much of a waiter F#m A So I'm off to dedicate my life F#m A To the death of rock & roll E A No-one gets their money back E A And I just keep my soul E A No-one gets their money back E A And I just keep my soul E A No-one gets their money back E A And I just keep my soul E A No-one gets their money back E A And I just keep my soul E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E A Thank you very much E Thank you very much