Tom: E
E
B
There's fire in her eyes in the altercation,
A
She blames her poverty on her parents generation,
A
She says they slit her up the nose now they want a payment,
A
E
It's fucking cold in here the landlords trying to make us vagrants.
E
B
And Jackie a whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist,
A
The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddy's piss,
A
I don't know what to do now, they're now definitely on a list,
A
E
I just sit back and brew it, coca cola communist.
Chorus
E
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
B
Like a grenade with a pin out at a party,
A
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me,
A
E
There's fire on the fringe, whittle them down down.
Pattern repeats for the rest of the song, real simple.