Richard Divine

Intro:

F#m





Verse 1:

F#m                                         Bm            

Richard Divine made up his mind to take the last few steps to

E                                               F#m

the bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock himself in.

F#m                                              Bm

Steady young hands, meticulous plans, disposable razors and a

E                                                            F#m

blisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills, and a bath of hot water.







Chorus 1:

A                             C#7                 D

   He said hes not for sale, said that he felt hounded,

            B                                           F#m    F

crowded and surrounded by this life he didnt choose.





Verse 2:

F#m                                            Bm

He carefully wrote a funerary note on his best writing paper

E                                                            F#m          F

to set out the facts, and sealed it with wax, and left it in the kitchen.

F#m                                                     Bm

He left it out so his parents would know what there was waiting for them

E                                              F#m

pale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing carpet.





Chorus 2:

A                            C#7                 D

   He said hes not for sale, said that he felt hounded,

                 B                                    A

crowded and surrounded by this life he didnt choose.

                C#7                          D

But everybody plays this game on a daily basis.

                                 B

Theyre not heroes, theyre survivors,



and its not Shakespearian if they lose.





Bridge:  F#m  E   D  C#  (not sure)



F#m                                               E

So do what you want,do what you want, do what the voices tell you,

D                                                 C#

but don’t ever say, dont ever say that we didnt warn you

                        F#m   F F#m    F F#m   F F#m

Because we warned you.





Chorus 3:

A                        C#7                             D

    He said hes not for sale, but he bought into his failure.

                         B

Hes telling tales that hammer nails right into open palms.

A                   C#7                       D

   A martyr in reverse, he’s best at being worst,

                      B

the rest of us are cursed but we keep calm and we carry on.





Outro:  F#   C#7  D  E     F#  C#7  D

E

   So Richard, here it is:

A                        C#m                         D

   None of us are blameless, huddled here like strangers,

                     E                        

shameless in our lists of all the changes we say we need.

A                         C#7

    But I think that you knew that,

                         D                                  D# (?) B      

you cant pretend its news that when you cut yourself youll bleed.