Cruel Moon Glasvegas Slipping in and [G]out of unconsciousness[C][D] [G]Homeless is where the [C]heart is[D] [G]Walk on by and I'll be [C]fine[D] This [G]cardboard cover keeps away the [C]ghouls of the [D]night [C]Cos I suppose I thi[D]nk this aint real, [G]some nights I say this sho[Em]uldn't be me [C]It's Christmas Eve and I'm o[D]ut on the street, [G]but with a lifetime to [Em]spare it hits me the [C]truth; under this [D]cruel[G] moon (azchords.com)