| D | |
| Build a bridge or maybe two |
| D | |
| Together held with footsteps she outgrew |
| Em | G | D | |
| But now she sits | alone, | everyone's long | gone |
| D | |
| She dances in a photograph |
| D | |
| When it was good to joke and have a laugh |
| Em | G | D | |
| But that was | yesterday, | if only | today |
| G | |
| Now the | walls are crawling faces |
| D | |
| that still | breathe |
| G | A | |
| But | before she nods her head what's left | but sleep |
| (Chorus 1) |
| D | |
| She hears a | chorus of factory girls |
| G | |
| Singin' in the streets |
| C | |
| Drinkin' their coca-colas |
| A | |
| After | washing your filthy sheets |
| D | |
| Chasin' down the | avenue |
| D | |
| After a childhood that she never knew |
| Em | |
| Choking on | woodbine |
| G | D | |
| Cigarettes just kill the | time |
| G | |
| Now the | walls are crawling faces |
| D | |
| that still | breathe |
| G | A | |
| But | before she nods her head what's left | but sleep |
| (Chorus 2) |
| D | |
| She hears a | chorus of factory girls |
| G | |
| Singin' aoin and all |
| C | |
| Empty are their pockets |
| A | |
| But their | voices are filled with song |
| D | |
| Come day | go day |
| A | |
| Wish in my heart it was | Sunday |
| G | A | |
| Drinking buttermilk | all the | week |
| D | |
| And whiskey on a | Sunday (traditional) |
| G | |
| Now the walls are crawling faces |
| D | |
| that still | breathe |
| G | A | |
| But | before she nods her head what's left | but sleep |
| (Chorus 1) |
| (Chorus 2) |
| D | |
| Slayed Richard and his | court of Kings |
| D | |
| He stole my heart and many other things |
| Em | |
| But me I took his | crown |
| G | D | |
| Wish he was here to steal it | now |