F G Em Am I would be a liar if I pretended I admire F G C The red-light windscreen-cleaning empire that you’ve built. F G Em Am But my heart is good it’s not a thing of stone and wood F G C I’ll give you 50 cents to take away my guilt. C G Am Em I give money to folk who just don’t have enough, Am Em F To try to justify the future purchases of stuff G C G That I don’t need. C G Am Em I know that one less Vodka Cranberry tonight Am Em F Could probably feed some foreign family for a fortnight, G F But I might just have one more. Em After all what is Vodka for F G C Apart from making you want to shag your best mate’s wife, F G C And drowning out the guilt you feel about your perfect life? C G Am Em Fuck the poor, what is all this hoo-ha for? Am Em F G There’s only one reason I’ll phone 1800 034 034 F Em It’s the force behind Teresa and the school that Oprah built, F G C I’ll give you 50 bucks to take away my guilt. Fuck the poor, I’m not pretending any more That I really give two shits about some kids in Bangalore. I’m more interested in footy than seeing the Solomon’s rebuilt, But I’ll give you 50 bucks to take away my guilt.