Dave ran away to the circus To get away from the clowns, To give his life some purpose, Before he shot somebody down. He stopped at every service station, On the motorway heading west, And drove the centeral reservation Into the centre of his chest. And the world carries on without davey It's not a worse or better place, Uglier and safer maybe, But thats a question of personal taste. And every year come rain or sunshine, I put flowers on his grave, But it's not easy sometime, I've learned to live in a world without DAVE Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh Monday I do the laundry, Tuesday pay the bills Wednesday the gospal according to the supermarket tills. Thurday empty the dustbins. Friday I visit my mum's It's just a simple loss adjustment Untill the weekend comes. And the world carries on without davey It's not a worse or better place, Uglier and safer maybe, But thats a question of personal taste. Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh And the world carries on without davey It's not a worse or better place, Uglier and safer maybe, But thats a question of personal taste. I might run away to the circus To get away from the clowns To give my life some purpose Before I shoot somebody down.
Dm A Dm A Dave ran away to the circus Dm A Dm A To get away from the clowns, Dm A Dm A To give his life some purpose, Dm A Dm Before he shot somebody down. Dm A Dm A He stopped at every service station, Dm A Dm A On the motorway heading west, Dm A Dm A And drove the centeral reservation Dm A Dm Into the centre of his chest. Bm F# Bm F# And the world carries on without davey Bm F# Bm F# It's not a worse or better place, Bm F# Bm F# Uglier and safer maybe, Bm F# Bm But thats a question of personal taste. Dm A Dm A And every year come rain or sunshine, Dm A Dm A I put flowers on his grave, Dm A Dm A But it's not easy sometimeS, Dm A Dm I've learned to live in a world without DAVE Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh Dm A Dm A Monday I do the laundry, Dm A Dm A Tuesday pay the bills Dm A Dm Wednesday the gospel according A Dm A Dm A to the supermarket tills. Dm A Dm A Thurday empty the dustbins. Dm A Dm A Friday I visit my mum's Dm A Dm A It's just a simple loss adjustment Dm A Dm Untill the weekend comes. Bm F# Bm F# And the world carries on without davey Bm F# Bm F# It's not a worse or better place, Bm F# Bm F# Uglier and safer maybe, Bm F# Bm But thats a question of personal taste. Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh Bm Gm Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh Dm A Dm A And the world carries on without Davey Dm A Dm A It's not a worse or better place, Dm A Dm A Uglier and safer maybe, Dm A Dm A But thats a question of personal taste. Dm A Dm A I might run away to the circus Dm A Dm A To get away from the clowns Dm A Dm A To give my life some purpose Dm A Dm Before I shoot somebody down.
