Beautiful South

^A When was the last time you felt so happy
You had to ^E give yourself a good pinch
^D When did you ever feel one of life's highs
Without ^E using stepladder or winch
^A That's why the lifeless crave the past
'Cause when they're ^E flogged, stoned, lynched
^D They can watch the living fizzle out to nought
^E Without even moving one inch
^D That's what keeps you ^E alive
^A The thought of undeserved death
^D That's why cynics d ^E eep-sea dive
^A Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
^D That's what really ^E makes you tick
^A When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
^B7 Optimism looks up counts the stars
^E Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
That Monday morning moaners club
That meet every week on park bench
At least they've earned their grumble stripes
When they fought tooth and nail in the trench
If you ever sat down in one place too long
They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench
Indecision drip feeds modesty
But apathy fails even to quench
That's what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
That's what really makes you tick
When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
Optimism looks up counts the stars
Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
^D And even when it's every ^A man for himself
You ^D still like to stick with the ^A bunch
^D You'd rather tag along at the ^A back of the crowd
To ^E risk anything on a hunch
That's what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
That's what really makes you tick
When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
Optimism looks up counts the stars
Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
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