Arctic Monkeys - Plastic tramp

He ^F#mlooks as if he hasn't slept, his ^Chair is purposely unkept And^F#m then he knew his people wept, when yo^Cu crafted your plan Th^F#me shadows underneath the eyes, and e^Cverywhere the bastard lies My^F#m lack of Proof is your disguise, you w^Con't remember me

There's ^F#mnothing really I can say, but sorr^Cy mate and walk away I could be ^F#mwrong unless you play your ga^Cme, This ^F#mworld is cruel and most unkind And ^Chorrible is redefined, I c^F#man't imagine that you'd mind at all^C

You're ^F#mlying again, you're conscious ain't your friend And the ^Conly thing your sobbing out is your imagination, ^F#mLying again you're conscious ain't your friend and the o^Cnly thing your sobbing out is your imagination ^F#mIs he really on the street, d^Cesperation on deceit and w^F#mhat he's wearing on his feet won't s^Colve our mystery,

And I ^C#mam baffled by ^F#mhow you stand t^C#mhere, soaking it ^F#min And ^C#mdo you hide your ident^F#mity where you ^Amhide ^G#myour g^Bmrin, better ^Amhide ^G#myour g^Bmrin

^F#mThere's nothing really I can say, but ^Csorry mate and walk away ^F#mI could be wrong unless you play your ^Cgame, This ^F#mworld is cruel and is most unkind And ho^Crrible is redefined, I c^F#man't imagine that you'd mind at a^Cll You're^F#m lying again, you're conscious ain't your friend And the ^Conly thing your sobbing out is your imagination, ^F#mLying again you're conscious ain't your friend and the o^Cnly thing your sobbing out is your imaginat^F#mion