Em Sitting in a mess still undressed C D As a kettle whistle blows Em Paperback novelette still open C D And the door is closed Em D C D Em D C You got a real sick mind C D Em D C You write a column for The Times C D Em For all the lovers gone blind D C D Who are looking for a sign Chorus: Em D C D And when the night is over G D C D And the drugs are gone Em D C D All you've got is your four leaf clover G D C D You keep inside your coat Em D C D And when the night is over G D C D And the drugs are gone Em D C D You feel the world is getting colder G D C D You got no one to hold Six pages down and she's lighting up Her trainwreck soul She was abandoned by her lover Left by the road So apalling, scrawling those bullshit words It's thirsty work She'll stumble down to the boozer Just to have a flirt You got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign Chorus G D Em D C You got no one to hold Em D C C You got a real sick mind F# Bm B You got a real sick mind Chorus: And when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is a four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got no one to hold | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em F# G B Bm |