Verse:
E
How can we make you understand
A E
All you can be is right given in your hand
B E
You won't need money
E
Trust in me, take me by the hand
A
Give us a chip
E
Dreams are strewn across the sand
B E
You won't need money
E
And all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools
They drive me crazy, are climbing the walls
A
show me the way, the way to the store
E B
Cause I'm so sick of it all
E
But when the penny drops
Verse:
E
Trust in me, take me by the hand
A E
Cashing your chips strewn across the sand
B E
You won't need money
E
And all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools
They drive me crazy, it's no good at all
A
show me the way, the way to the store
E B
Cause I'm so sick of it all
E
But when the penny drops...