Yes Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
You [D]can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here
This one's here, and this
one's here

[Interlude 1]
Everything's for sale
[D][G][D][G][D]
[G][D][G]

[Verse 2]
[D]For [G]sale?
[D]Dumb cunt's same dumb
[G]questions
[D]Virgins?
[G]Listen, [D]all virgins are li[G]ars honey
And I don't [D]know [G]what I'm scared
of [D]or what I [G]even enjoy
Dulling, [D]get money,
[G]but not[D]hing turns out lik[G]e you want it to

[Verse 3]
And [G]in these plagued streets of
pity you can buy [D]anything
[Bm]For £200 anyone can
conceive a God on [F#]video
[G]He's a boy, you want a girl
so chop [D]off his cock
[Bm]Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him,
call him Rita [F#]if you w[A]ant
I [D]eat and I dress and I [G]wash and
I still can [D]say thank you
Puking, shaking,
[G]sinking I still stand [D]for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream,
[Bm]hurt my se[D]lf to get pain[C#] out
[D][G][D]

[Verse 4]
[G]
[D]I '[G]T' them,
[D]24 7, all
year [G]long[D]
Purgat[G]ory's circle, [D]drowning here,
someone [G]will always say yes
[D]Funny place for the [G]social,
[D]for the insects to [G]start caring
[D]Just an am[G]bulance [D]at the bottom [G]of a cliff

[Verse 5]
[G]In these plagued streets of pity
you can buy any[D]thing
[Bm]For 200 pounds anyone can
conceive a God on [F#]video
[G]He's a boy, you want a girl
so chop [D]off his cock
[Bm]Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him,
call him Rita [F#]if you want, if yo[A]u want
I [D]eat and I dress and I wash and
I can still say thank you
Puking, shaking,
[G]sinking I still stand [D]for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream,
I hurt myself to [C#]get pain out

[Verse 6]
[D]Power produces desire,
the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
[G]even for a fifty
[D]Solitude, solitude,
[Bm]the [D]11th[C#] comm[D]andment
[G]The[D][G][Bm][G]
[D]onl[G]y[D]
certain
[G]thing tha[D]t is left abo[G]ut me
There's [D]no part of [G]my body
[D]that has [G]not been used
[D]Pity or [G]pain,
[D]to [G]show displeasure's shame
[D]Everyone [G]I've loved [D]or hated
al[G]ways seems to leave

[Verse 7]
And [G]in these plagued streets of
pity you can buy [D]anything
For [Bm]200 pounds anyone can
conceive a God on [F#]video
[G]He's a boy, you want a girl
so chop [D]off his cock
[Bm]Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him,
call him Rita if you [F#]want, if [A]you want
[D]Power produces desire,
the weak [G]have none
[D]There's no lust in this coma
[G]even for a fifty
[D]Solitude, solitude,
[Bm]the [D]11th[C#] comm[D]andment
Don't hurt, just obey,
lie down, do as they [G]say
[D]May as well be heaven [G]this hell,
smells the same
[D]These sunless afternoons I can
[Bm]'t find my[D] s[C#]elf

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