E|--5----7----3----5----7----3--|
B|--5----7----5----7----8----3--|
G|--5----7----5----7----9----4--|
D|--7----7----5----7----9----5--|
A|--7----7----3----5----7----5--|
E|--5----5-------------------3--|

    Am   Bm   C    D    Em   G


[Intro]

|Am Bm Em  |Am Bm Em  |


[Verse 1]

        Am        Bm               Em
I was a young man,    starving and drinking
    Am     Bm              Em
And trying,    to become a writer
        Am            Bm           Em                D
And I remember that apartment, the smell of mice and dust
            C                        D          Em
And the old woman with the pretty legs. All the kisses that I lost
Bm
 to your neck.


[Verse 2]

       Am             Bm                          Em
I am a tennis player, playing on both sides of the net. And I-I-
Am     Bm       Em
I will get you yet
           Am               Bm              Em       D
And I will turn you I will turn you like a tattooed pigskin
    C             D                   Em
And this time you won‘t forget my face.     Read my lips.


[Chorus 1]

  G                            C            G
A sculpure is a sculpture marmelade is marmelade
      C                G                                     D
And a sculture of marmelade is a sculpture but it isn't marmelade
              G                       C               G
She said with you inside me comes the knowledge of my death
    C                G                           D
But I still had some oranges left underneath the bed


[Instrumental]

|Am Bm Em  |Am Bm Em  |Am Bm Em D|C D Em Bm|


[Verse 3]

          Am     Bm              Em
I came to you. I came to depend on you.
        Am         Bm              Em
I came upon you. I came upon your floor.
        Am            Bm    Em       D
But the God should be left alone one musn't
C    D       Em   Bm
Bang upon the door


[Verse 4]

                  Am                 Bm                 Em
She said that for everything that is visible there is a copy that is hidden
         Am                Bm     Em
She said nothing takes on light until it has been eaten
      Am          Bm            Em             D
I was working the hole with the sailor and you wonder
        C           D             Em
Why you don‘t get invited to more parties.   Read my lips.


[Chorus 2]

  G                            C            G
A sculpure is a sculpture marmelade is marmelade
      C                G                                     D
And a sculture of marmelade is a sculpture but it isn't marmelade
              G                       C               G
She said with you inside me comes the knowledge of my death
    C                G                           D
But I still had some oranges left underneath the bed