| D | A | |
| There are people going hungry every d | ay |
| G | D | |
| They've got | nothing on their pl | ates |
| G | D | A | A | |
| And you're f | illing your fat f | ace with every d | ifferent kind of c | ake |
| D | A | |
| And if you ever go l | ardy, or go l | ame |
| G | D | |
| I will d | rop you straight a | way |
| G | D | |
| That's the p | rice you have to p | ay |
| A | A | |
| For every st | upid thing you | say |
| D | A | |
| There are people going l | onely, and they'll st | ay |
| G | D | |
| Lonely f | ay into the y | ear |
| G | D | |
| Because you're m | aking blinkers f | ashionable |
| A | A | |
| And f | ashionably you'll s | ay |
| D | |
| "All is equal in l | ove and war" and |
| A | G | D | |
| "I'm s | orry, but I've | got some things to | do" |
| G | D | A | A | |
| And you pr | etend to read a b | ook you'll never f | inish till the d | ay |
| Bm | |
| That the author dedicates it |
| G | |
| To A Century Of Fakers |
| D | A | |
| They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in h | istory today |
| Bm | |
| Yeah, the author d | edicates it |
| G | |
| To A Cent | ury Of Fakers |
| D | A | |
| He was an a | narchist, he tried his best but it w | asn't good enough |
| middle(la...): A A G D A A G D |
| (verse 2 the same as verse 1) |
| Did I say I would see you soon? |
| Well I'm sorry, but i just came off my bike |
| And my face is scarred |
| And chance has barred me seeing you tonight |
| I was over the other side of the city |
| And if the truth be known I'd say |
| That you look great from there before you shaved your golden hair today |
| Bm | |
| Everybody's t | rying to make us |
| G | |
| Another centu | ry of fakers |
| D | A | |
| They took you m | ould and burned it on the fire of h | istory today |
| Bm | |
| Everybody's t | rying to make us |
| G | D | G | |
| Another cool dec | ade of fakers |
| D | |
| Everybody's tr | ying to make us |
| G | |
| Another centu | ry of fakers |
| (End on D) |
| Chords: |
| A xo222o Bm x24432 D xx0232 G 320033 |