F*ck The Poor

Chords

Standard

F             G          Em           Am
I would be a liar if I pretended I admire
                  F                 G                C
The red-light windscreen-cleaning empire that you've built.
F                 G               Em                Am
But my heart is good it's not a thing of stone and wood
               F            G              C
I'll give you 50 cents to take away my guilt.


C        G                Am              Em
I give money to folk who just don't have enough,
    Am        Em               F           G
To try to justify the future purchases of stuff
               C
That I don't need.
C            G              Am          Em
I know that one less Vodka Cranberry tonight
                Am                Em             F
Could probably feed some foreign family for a fortnight,
       G                   F
But I might just have one more.
           Em   
After all what is Vodka for
             F                  G                    C
Apart from making you want to shag your best mate's wife,
      F                G              C
And drowning out the guilt you feel about your perfect life? 



          C G           Am             Em
Fuck the poor, what is all this hoo-ha for?
              Am              Em     F      G
There's only one reason I'll phone 1800 034 034
          F                            Em
It's the force behind Teresa and the school that Oprah built,
               F           G             C
I'll give you 50 bucks to take away my guilt.


         C G            Am             Em
Fuck the poor, I'm not pretending any more
        Am               Em              F            G
That I really give two shits about some kids in Bangalore.
          F                                   Em
I'm more interested in footy than seeing the Solomon's rebuilt,
                   F            G            C
But I'll give you 50 bucks to take away my guilt.