F#m: 244222    E:  022100
Bm:  x24432
Bm7: x24232

A             C#m
The Pub talk, the scandals
F#m               Bm     Bm7      D      G
Like vandals they try to tear you down.
A            C#m
The whispers turn rumours
F#m                  Bm         Bm7        D      G
There's no truth but that don't stop those cats.

A              C#m
They need that little bit extra
F#m                     Bm      Bm7      D      G
They don't mind if it's only conjecture.

D                       E
They tried to tell me I wasn't I full time
D                      E
I tried to think of an alibi
Bm7               D
I felt so awful I spat in their faces
    E
And ran for my life

A C#m F#m Bm Bm7 D G (x2)

A              C#m
They need that little bit extra
F#m                     Bm      Bm7      D      G
They don't mind if it's only conjecture.

D                            E
They tried to tell me theirs was the right way
D                       E
I tried shout that that was a lie
Bm7                   D
I felt so sick I spat on their life styles
       E
With a run away pride!

A            C#m
Untouched by human hands
F#m                     Bm         Bm7    D     G
'Cause only God knows I don't call that a man
A              C#m
Who spends his waking days
F#m                    Bm        Bm7     D     G
Telling others what to think and what to say

D                       E
They tried to tell me I wasn't normal
D                      E
I tried to say there's no such thing
Bm7               D
I felt so awful I spat in their faces
       E
With a run away pride!