Verse
Am Em
there's a lack of spice in every art director's life
G F
the suntanned ghost is lying face down on the floor
Am Em
there's a lack of spice in every copywriter's life
G F
there'll be no waiting around for the man anymore
C Gm
now he's gone and what's the meaning?
Bb F Eb
i can't see why he had to sacrifice his life
C Gm
it is yourself that you're deceiving
Bb F
i shouldn't have to tell you so
Interlude
Am Em G F x2
C Gm
now he's gone and what's the meaning?
Bb F Eb
i can't see why he had to sacrifice his life
C Gm
it is yourself that you're deceiving
Outro
Bb F