Intro A E D E AA When was the last time you felt so happyE You had to give yourself a good pinchD When did you ever feel one of life's highsE Without using stepladder or winchA That's why the lifeless crave the pastE 'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynchedD They can watch the living fizzle out to noughtE Without even moving one inchD E That's what keeps you aliveA The thought of undeserved deathD E That's why cynics deep-sea diveA Just to watch someone healthy lose breathD E That's what really makes you tickA When the fearless are stopped in their tracksB7 Optimism looks up counts the starsE Pessimism looks down and counts cracks That Monday morning moaners club That meet every week on park bench At least they've earned their grumble stripes When they fought tooth and nail in the trench If you ever sat down in one place too long They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench Indecision drip feeds modesty But apathy fails even to quench That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracksD A And even when it's every man for himselfD A You still like to stick with the bunchD A You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowdE To risk anything on a hunch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
Life Vs The Lifeless
The Beautiful South
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