Tom: B
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
Dm
Gm
Dm
Am
You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
Bb
Dm
Gm
The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
Bb
Eb
Bb
Cm
Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
Dm
Gm
Dm
Am
And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
Bb
Dm
Gm
I went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
Bb
Eb
Bb
Cm
Gm
That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped
Dm
Gm
Dm
Am
Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped
Bb
Dm
Gm
Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
Bb
Eb
Bb
Cm
Gm
All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
Dm
Gm
Dm
Am
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
Bb
Dm
Gm
The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
Bb
Eb
Bb
Cm
Gm
I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me
Dm
Gm
Dm
Am
'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
Bb
Dm
Gm
We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
Bb
Eb
Bb
Cm
Gm
No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
Dm
Gm
Dm
Am
The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
Bb
Dm
Gm
Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
Bb
Eb
Bb
Cm
Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that