FAKE
(Tyla)
Use capo at 3rd fret
Throughout the intro and verses the C is Csus4 (???), the one that instead of
playing e open you add g.
,
Sure I see your big flash car and your, your plastic wife.
I also see the misery that surrounds your artificial life.
Sure I see those gold discs that decorate your wall
And the contracts signed in blood that occupy your bottom drawer.
You re no gangster, you re a fake.
You twist the words of trust into hate
And you re no connoisseur of the English tongue.
You re no gangster, you re a fake.
You twist the words of love into hate
You ain t no friend of mine, you re a well paid liar.
Sure I see those white lines that lead down the road to hell.
I m not impressed or inamely jealous as you waltz around the room with your imaginary
sellers.
You re an uncomfortable height
And the pedestal which you re perched on I think just might
Get kicked from under your nose by a younger guy with new ideas
But the same old clothes.
You re no gangster, you re a fake.
You twist the words of trust into hate
And you re no connoisseur of the English tongue.
You re no gangster, you re a fake.
You twist the words of love into hate
You ain t no friend of mine, you re a well paid liar.
The moral of this story is very plain:
if rock n roll is about rebellion, why do you all dress the same?
You re no gangster, you re a fake.
You twist the words of trust into hate
And you re no connoisseur of the English tongue.
You re no gangster, you re a fake.
You twist the words of love into hate
You ain t no friend of mine, you re a well paid liar.