G                          C
A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still
           G                    C
Though you choose to forget that
       G                      C
You're banging rectangular in circular holes
         G                C
Oh you never learn do you lad
Am          G                C
Oh now tell me what should I do
Am                G                        C
Normally I'd just talk things through with you

         F          G         C
But it’s you who is making me blue
     F          G         C
It’s you who is making me blue

 G
Alcohols a lubricant,
C                           G                   C
Surely you should use it to slowly fuck yourself
G                 C
All those years I cry without tears
           G                    C
And you're thinking of somebody else
Am                  G                   C
Cards on the table, cigarette burns and all
Am                     G                     C
Scars on your arms and whiskey flavours your soul

         F          G         C
And it’s you who is making me blue
        F          G         C
No it’s you who is making me blue
    F          G         C
Its you who is making me blue
    F          G         C
Its you who is making me blue

  G                          C
A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still
           G                    C
Though you choose to forget that
       G                      C
You're banging rectangular in circular holes
         G                C
Oh you never learn do you lad