Stone Cold Sober(Keyboard chords)

	        

Intro: 
D5 -   
A5 -   
F#5 - B5 - A5  


                    F#5                                                        
  Everybody in the      funhouse 
B5              A5                                                                
     says they     want out 
                      F#5                                                      
But we’re taking our       time 
B5                               A5                                             
     ’cos we’re in love with the     time 
F#5                                                                           
    Whole generations  
B5                            A5                                                  
    thinking of themselves as     infidels   and pop stars 
           F#5                                                                 
While the       bomb loses patience,  
B5                      A5                                                       
    we line up and just      lean against the bar  



A                                                                           
    Stone cold sober 
E                             Dsus2                                                 
      looking for bottles of         love 
A                                                                           
    Stone cold sober 
E                             Dsus2                                                 
      looking for bottles of         love 


               F#5                                                             
Caught in the       headlights 
B5                A5                                                             
    Wide-eyed and       ready to receive 
       F#5                                                                    
We are        the dead life,  
B5                        A5                                                      
    locked in dogfights,     lost in disbelief  
     F#5                                                                       
And      these dark days  
B5                         A5                                                    
      make the nights seem      brighter than they are  
          F#5                                                                  
So while       fleet street rolls and the  
B5                    A5                                                         
    moon glows in the      funhouse, the fun starts  



A                                                                           
    Stone cold sober 
E                             Dsus2                                                 
      looking for bottles of         love,  we’re 
A                                                                           
    Stone cold sober 
E                             Dsus2                                                 
      looking for bottles of        love,  love 
     F#5        B5 - A5                                                                
Lo -        ve  

           F#5                                                                
We are the       dead life,  
B5            A5                                                                
    we are the     dead life  So c’mon, c’mon  






(G)               F#5                                                              
    Born in the        half-light  
    B5                                                                        
of      threats and bribes  
      A5                                                                      
in a      hopeless porn parade 
            F#5                                                                
We get the      dog’s life 
B5                   A5                                                          
    titbits train us      what to wear, what not to say.  
             F#5                                                               
When you’re         footloose and  
    B5                       A5                                                  
you      just feel limbless,     life gets in the way  
    F#5                                                                        
So      we get loaded or  
B5                  A5                                                           
    totally legless        but stay the same  


A                                                                           
    Stone cold sober 
E                             Dsus2                                                 
      looking for bottles of         love  we’re 
A                                                                           
   Stone cold sober 
E                             Dsus2                                                 
      looking for bottles of         love,  love 
     F#5                                                                      
We’re       (stone cold sober)  
      E                                                                     
stone     cold sober  
Dsus2                                                                           
      looking for bottles of love 
       F#5                                                                     
We’re       (stone cold sober)  
       E              Dsus2                                                         
stone     cold sober         looking  looking 
So c’mon, c’mon  






FROM 3RD REP: (c’mon, c’mon) 

FROM 5TH REP: 
We are the dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
We are the dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
We are the dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
We are the dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
(G)   (F#m)     (G)     (A)                                                             
   We       are     the      dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
(G)   (F#m)     (G)     (A)                                                             
   We       are     the      dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
(G)   (F#m)     (G)     (A)                                                             
   We       are     the      dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
(G)   (F#m)     (G)     (A)                                                             
   We       are     the      dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   
(G)   (F#m)     (G)     (A)                                                             
   We       are     the      dead life (c’mon, c’mon)   

G // 

	        

Written by Justin Currie