13th September 2000, 21.21pm
Heliocentric@breathe.com
DON`T TELL THEM YOU`RE SANE
(Bruce Foxton)
N.C. (C)
C G D
A boy I know is sick in his head,
C G D
At least that`s what the doctors say he is.
F Bb C F C F C
Shut in his room for hours on end.
Bb C G C
Looks like he`s forgotten, but is he?
C G D
His mind it ticks, more than you know.
C D G
One day something in his head will click.
F Bb C F C F C
Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows
Bb C G C
They`ll never convince him, that he`s mad!
B5 C5 B5
At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won`t go far)
C5 D
A word out of place - he`s sent to his room, room.
A E A E
Don`t tell them you`re sane - they`ll laugh and put you to sleep
A E D
Don`t tell them you`re sane - but you are.
D
C G D
Tell me what you did today, was it good?
C G D
What was it like, and who was it with?
F Bb C F C F C
Don`t think I`m prying, I`d just like to know.
Bb C G C
Why it is you do things so slow.
B5 C5 B5
Take him to the doctor, see what he says,
C5 D
I don`t know why he bothers, he`s in for good.
A E A E
Don`t tell them you`re sane - they`ll laugh and put you to sleep
A E D
Don`t tell them you`re sane - but you are.
D
C G D
A boy I know is sick in his head.
C D G
At least that`s what they say he is.
C D G
At least that`s what they say he is.
C D G
At least that`s what they say he is.