A
Pardon me sugar I’m the man underneath your thumb
But I won’t take your violence and I won’t chew your bubblegum
A
White heat, indiscreet, any day now obsolete
Though you’ve seen your best days
         A
I would still walk down your empty street
          D                           E                   A
Well you look like salvation but you taste like a refugee
         D                            E                      A
Well you say you got no soul but you look like you do to me

[Chorus]
A
If I was the melody you were the symphony
              D                 E
Honey loving you took the very best of me
                   A
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy
              D                  E         A
Just another punch line in your stand up tragedy

[Verse]
                A
Well I’ve been pushing up daisies
Just to catch a glimpse of something real
 A
When I see you coming
I might just as well give up and kneel
     D
Well if you saw me broken
          E              A
Would you put me out my misery?
       D                           E            A
Well I don’t do handsome and you don’t do sympathy

[Verse]
E             A
If I was the melody you were the symphony
              D                E
Honey loving you took the very best of me
                  A
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy
               D                E
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy

[Bridge]
A                       D        C
Wrong from the get go, let it slide
A
Tell them what they don’t know
Sing them praises far and wide
D                    C
Give those speeches, ring them bells
            A
Mama don’t know what she preaches
E
But she sure looks dignified
E
Well she sure looks dignified
E
Well she sure looks dignified

[Chorus]
               A
If I was the melody you were the symphony
              D                 E
Honey loving you took the very best of me
                   A
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy
              D                 E
Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy

[Outro]
A
Take my hungry guarantee
                  D                   E
I could be your slave if you’d only beg for me
                  A
I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy
              D
Just another punchline in your
 E
Stand up, sit down, lie back, turn round, play dead for me
 E
Stand up tragedy