A C#m7
Murderer's come dressed as suicides
G F#m
They drag the donkey's that carry the shit
A C#m7
Wondering where all of that hope went
G F#m
I'm telling you now this it
A C#m7
Everybody knows you sell mouthwash
G F#m
As liquid gold always rusts
A C#m7
The roller blade girls concrete the beaches
G F#m
The coffee cups crumble to dust
E7 A
On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.
Listening to your Northern Soul records
You're pumped up with The Stax and the Blues
I can't help it if I was born stupid
I'm thinking about buying some shoes
Saxophones wait in the echo
I'm a good looking 19 year old girl
Hanging in the light like a Gecko
Inviting all men into my world
On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.
Titanic..... don't panic.
