Lampshade Boulevard
E C
Washing machines turn tarty clothes
Am G
When hate mail comes in droves
E C
Gotta cut that top a bit lower
Am G
So you can show her
F E E7
Something that isn�t real
E C
Miles of her go on forever
Am G
Voice so sharp it could sever
E C
In order to get some sleep
Am G
We have to keep
F E E7
The thought it isn�t real
Bm
Shallow as a lake
F#m
Drowned don�t want to wake
Bm
Lampshade has no power
F#m E
Boulevard is just fake
She is not quite what she seems
She�ll cut you up, destroy your dreams
Her spiteful tongue will be her end
She�ll lose another loving friend
Then she�ll know it isn�t real
A look to turn the devils eye
She�s says she�ll call but she wont try
The cheeky face you thought you knew
Will turn around and screw you too
To prove it isn�t real
Shallow as a lake
Drowned don�t want to wake
Lampshade has no power
Boulevard is just fake