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 f**k 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