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YouCantHoldTheHandOfARockAndRollMan

You Can't Hold the Hand of a Rock and Roll Man

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A                                                      D
This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates,
               Bm
while you sit in the van and wait. 
A                                                      D
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads roasting away 
      Bm                    E                         F#m
on a sunny summer day (or, okay, an August night anyway),

D                      E                              F#m
and you're living on air, while on the 25th floor, up there,
                      D                  E                         
they'd fan a million bucks before your face. 
         D                E                             F#m  
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair 
                    D                       E
all mussed into an I've just been fucked shape.


                                                 A
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed. 
                                                          D
She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age 
             Bm                  E                   F#m
- which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight. 

D                      E                                   F#m
And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care. 
                                 D            E
I have been your bride stripped bare since '98. 
           D              E                           F#m
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air.
                         D                  E
It's a gas now. It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it."

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This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate, 
when you starved and never ate. 
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face, 
as you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake

 - splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear. 
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face. 
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear,
you'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged.
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