Introduction: Dm
Dm
Bb
A
Dm
Here comes the fatman
Dm
That dirty fatman
Bb
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
A
We're all left to understand that
Dm
These paper payslips, yeah
Dm
These empty payslips
Bb
Are violent hits from violent lips
A
Backhanders from fingertips and all
Dm
He plays it safely
Dm
But he ain't sure where to start
Bb
With roses for Soho sweethearts
A
And summer trips in the middle of March, now
Dm
How would ya face it
Dm
If wiseman's words were wasted
Bb
On broken hearts, winter laughs
A
Married men that dress so smart and
Dm
F
And all of you gone
C
Like all of you came
Bb
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
Dm
But I don't mind
F
'Cus like all of ya should
C
All of ya claim
Bb
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
Dm
Here comes the fatman
Dm
That dirty fatman
Bb
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
A
We're all left to understand that
Dm
These paper payslips, yeah
Dm
These empty payslips
Bb
Are violent hits from violent lips
A
Backhanders from fingertips and all
Dm
F
And all of you gone
C
Like all of you came
Bb
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
Dm
But I don't mind
F
'Cus like all of ya should
C
All of ya claim
Bb
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
Bb
A
Your heart's so cold
Dm
It's only a golden smile
F
That will please your child
Bb
And you know
A
That you'll die alone
Dm
You can't take your factories, your tack sheets, your captured cars cars and flatscreens
Dm
F
C
Bb
Dm
We're just peasants and thieves
F
We're just peasants and thieves
C
We're just peasants and thieves
Bb
Out of love, from the devil
Dm
And we're just peasants and thieves
F
We're just peasants and thieves
C
We're just peasants and thieves
Bb
Chasing stars, bound by class, we'll keep you paying for your past, man
Dm
Bb
A
Dm