F#m                                D   B   D   B
   I have become what I criticize, oh, oh, oh, oh
F#m                                   D   B   D   B
   The porn queen in my deck of lies, oh, oh, oh, oh


[Pre-Chorus]
           B  E A D     B   E             A          D
Where were you?    In a caravan next to a fairground ride
       B              E           D                B
You're left here with nothing but something to hide


[Chorus]
    A       D        F#m  E           A                  D     F#m   E
I'm back on Gasoline Alley, where the smoke looks like a misty valley
          A      D          F#m        E        B
And those dotted hills were pills gone down the wrong way


[Verse 2]
       F#m                                    D   B   D   B
In the service of a king and his kingdom too, Oh, oh, oh, oh
          F#m                                  D  B D B
I was the man and the woman, and the who knows who


[Pre-Chorus]
         B   E A D    B           E              A       D
The good news,    you made her an offer that she can't refuse
    B        E      D              B
The truth is I have nothing to lose


[Chorus]
    A       D        F#m  E           A                  D     F#m   E
I'm back on Gasoline Alley, where the smoke looks like a misty valley
          A      D          F#m        E        B
And those dotted hills were pills gone down the wrong way

[Instrumental]
F#m D B D B x4


[Pre-Chorus]
          B  E A D    B          E         A        D
You could say,    you did it the only way, your own way
    B         E            A      D  B
But life goes on and it's another day


[Chorus]
     A       D       F#m  E           A                  D     F#m   E
I'm back on Gasoline Alley, where the smoke looks like a misty valley
          A      D          F#m        E        B
And those dotted hills were pills gone down the wrong way


[Outro]
    A       D        F#m  E           A                  D     F#m   E
I'm back on Gasoline Alley, where the smoke looks like a misty valley
          A      D               F#m             E    B                        F#m
And those dotted hills were just mother's little pills, gone down the wrong way