Life Thru A Lens

A                       Amaj7
Wake up on sunday morning and everything feels so boring
G                  D/F#
Is that where it ends live your life through a lens

Verse: (p.m.)
D
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
F
she shouldn`t wear this he shouldn`t wear that
C                         G                          A*
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
D
Fashion tardis down at quo vadis
  F
who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
C                       G                             D
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Bridge:
F#m                   F               E
Just because I ain`t double barelled don`t mean
    D#               D               C#
I haven`t travelled well, can`t you tell!
F#m             F          E                 D#           D         A
Oh no it`s quite appaling your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!

Chorus:
(A)                     Amaj7
Wake up on Sunday morning and everything feels so boring
G                    D/F#
Is that where it ends with your life through a lens
A                                Amaj7
And now your boyfriend`s suspicious so go home and wash the dishes
Bm  Bm/A       E   G   D       A
And wash them well so he can`t tell

Verse:
She`s looking real drab just out of rehab
I`m talking football she`s talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque`s just bounced better run to your mummy
And you know it`s a class act she`ll never ask for it back

Bridge:
F#m                   F               E
Just because I ain`t double barelled don`t mean
    D#               D               C#
I haven`t travelled well, can`t you tell!

Chorus:
A                       Amaj7
Mix with the local gentry and don`t crash Tarquin`s Bentley
G                 D/F#
I`ll take the bends with our life thru a lens
A                                 Amaj7
You`re scared of the poor and needy is that why you`re all inbreedy?
Bm     Bm/A        E  G      D        A
They`re just like you, they need love too

Zw.Spiel:    Amaj7    G     F  (p.m.)

Chorus:
A                       Amaj7
Wake up on Sunday morning and everything feels so boring
G                   D/F#
Is that where it ends with your life through a lens
A                                 Amaj7
And now your boyfriend`s suspicious so go home and wash the dishes
G                 D/F#
And wash them well so he can`t tell

Outro:
A  Amaj7   G   F  G  A*