Dm                    Am/D
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
                           Dm
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Dm                          Am/D
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
Dm                        Dm
The short straw takes its bow

Am/D  Dm

Dm                        Am/D
The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the
Dm                        Dm                  Am/D
whisky sweat lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
                       Dm                       D
And a familiar craving  is crawling through his head

G/D   C/D   A/D   G/D

        D                                          G/D
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
C/D
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
A/D
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
     G/D                                         D
In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
       G/D    C/D                        A/D                         G/D
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour

Em          Bm                           D
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
             Asus4            C5
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
                         C
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
         C5              Bm7
As if in nervous anticipation of another day