F Am G
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Am G C
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
F Am G
I want to live and I want to love
Am G F C
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
[Verse 5]
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
Am G C
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
F Am G
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
Am G F C
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
[Verse 6]
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you asked
Am G C
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
F Am G
I didn't mean to be so rude
Am G F
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
C
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