| F# | C# | Ebm | |
| Oh! Get me a | way from here I'm d | ying |
| Bbm | B | |
| Play me a | song to set me | free |
| F# | B | |
| Nobody | writes them like they | used to |
| C# | F# | |
| So it | may as well be | me |
| C# | Ebm | |
| Here on my | own now after | hours |
| Bbm | B | |
| Here on my | own now on a | bus |
| F# | |
| Think of it | this way |
| G# | B | C# | |
| You could | either be | successful or be | us |
| Chorus: |
| B | C# | |
| With our | winning smiles, and | us |
| B | C# | |
| With our | catchy tunes and | words |
| B | |
| Now we're | photogenic |
| Ebm | Bbm | B | F# | B | |
| You | know | we don't stand a | chance ( | we don't stand a | chance) |
| B - F# a few times |
| < Same pattern as first verse > |
| Verse 2: |
| Oh I'll settle down with some old story |
| About a boy who's just like me |
| Thought there was love in everything and everyone |
| You're so naive! |
| They always tell a sorry story |
| They always get it in the end |
| Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then |
| With a winning smile the boy |
| With naivety succeeds |
| At the final moment, I cried |
| I always cry at endings |
| B - F# again a few times |
| Verse 3: |
| Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all |
| >From where I'm sitting, rain |
| Washing against the lonely tenement |
| Has set my mind to wander |
| Into the windows of my lovers |
| They never know unless I write |
| "This is no declaration, I just I'd let you know goodbye" |
| Said the hero in the story |
| "It is mightier than swords |
| I could kill you sure |
| But I could only make you cry with these words" |
| Cry with these words |
| Ooh! Get me away I'm dying |
| B - F# to end |
| Belle & Sebastian fans would be well advised to browse Paul |
| Mitchell's appealing site 'Sinister' at |
| www.ph.ed.ac.uk/~mitchell/sinister/ |