Chords for The Jam - Private Hell (Lyrics)
Tempo:
87.75 bpm
Chords used:
C
E
Em
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N]
Oh, it's so gross to see yourself come to the image of what you [E] wanted to be.
As you stayed out by a little bar, you can't [C] remember what it was [E] you wanted anyway.
The fingers, frill of the eyes, [Em] they point to face, your radiant face.
The face that [D] once was so [C] beautiful, now it's a face that's so beautiful.
It's still there but [Em] unrecognisable.
Drive it out.
Drive it [E] out.
The bad acts you once loved, the spoiled cats, [Em] the seldom-meet, [C]
working [Em] late as usual.
Don't interrest the [Am] twain, you filth-swain, that [Em] face you snag.
[C] On the occasion [D] she lies upon you, [C] close your [D] eyes and take a [E] bloody bite.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Bring your [G] memory on, what's still in you?
Your husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't acknowledge.
[E] Cos you don't care, they don't [C] care, so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] Drive it out.
Drive it out.
[E]
The morning slips away in a bay of hares and cattle dogs, [C] and you lose [E] cups of coffee.
In the afternoon, the weaning food is the debate.
[C] The forgetful [E] night's grief, the shop windows are wet, by your name exposed to a bloody ghost.
[C] A picture [D] of your [C] fantasy, a [D] victim of your [Em] misery, and
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Now, now, no wonder what's true, in a husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't [E] acknowledge.
Cos you don't care, they don't care, [C] so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] Drive it out.
Drive it out.
[E] [Em] Alone, no sleep, still drunk, you drunk, woke up, you see it's trash, you die, you break,
[C] you
So let's last this [E] time, you're
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday [Dm] at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Oh, it's so gross to see yourself come to the image of what you [E] wanted to be.
As you stayed out by a little bar, you can't [C] remember what it was [E] you wanted anyway.
The fingers, frill of the eyes, [Em] they point to face, your radiant face.
The face that [D] once was so [C] beautiful, now it's a face that's so beautiful.
It's still there but [Em] unrecognisable.
Drive it out.
Drive it [E] out.
The bad acts you once loved, the spoiled cats, [Em] the seldom-meet, [C]
working [Em] late as usual.
Don't interrest the [Am] twain, you filth-swain, that [Em] face you snag.
[C] On the occasion [D] she lies upon you, [C] close your [D] eyes and take a [E] bloody bite.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Bring your [G] memory on, what's still in you?
Your husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't acknowledge.
[E] Cos you don't care, they don't [C] care, so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] Drive it out.
Drive it out.
[E]
The morning slips away in a bay of hares and cattle dogs, [C] and you lose [E] cups of coffee.
In the afternoon, the weaning food is the debate.
[C] The forgetful [E] night's grief, the shop windows are wet, by your name exposed to a bloody ghost.
[C] A picture [D] of your [C] fantasy, a [D] victim of your [Em] misery, and
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Now, now, no wonder what's true, in a husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't [E] acknowledge.
Cos you don't care, they don't care, [C] so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] Drive it out.
Drive it out.
[E] [Em] Alone, no sleep, still drunk, you drunk, woke up, you see it's trash, you die, you break,
[C] you
So let's last this [E] time, you're
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday [Dm] at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
Key:
C
E
Em
D
A
C
E
Em
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, it's so gross to see yourself come to the image of what you [E] wanted to be.
_ As you stayed out by a little bar, you can't [C] remember what it was [E] you wanted anyway.
_ The fingers, frill of the eyes, [Em] they point to face, your radiant face.
The face that [D] once was so [C] beautiful, now it's a face that's so beautiful.
It's still there but _ [Em] unrecognisable.
Drive it out. _
Drive it [E] out. _ _ _
The bad acts you once loved, the spoiled cats, [Em] the seldom-meet, [C]
working [Em] late as usual.
_ _ Don't interrest the [Am] twain, you filth-swain, that [Em] face you snag.
[C] On the occasion [D] she lies upon you, [C] close your [D] eyes and take a [E] bloody bite.
Drive it out.
_ Drive it out.
Bring your [G] memory on, what's still in you?
Your husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't acknowledge.
[E] Cos you don't care, they don't [C] care, so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] _ Drive it out.
_ Drive it out.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ The morning slips away in a bay of hares and cattle dogs, [C] and you lose [E] cups of coffee. _ _
In the afternoon, the weaning food is the debate.
[C] The forgetful [E] night's grief, the shop windows are wet, by your name exposed to a bloody ghost.
[C] A picture [D] of your [C] fantasy, a [D] victim of your [Em] misery, and_
Drive it out.
Drive it out. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Now, now, no wonder what's true, in a husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't [E] acknowledge.
Cos you don't care, they don't care, [C] so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] _ Drive it out.
Drive it out.
_ [E] _ _ _ [Em] Alone, no sleep, still drunk, you drunk, woke up, you see it's trash, you die, you break, _
_ [C] you_
So let's last this [E] time, you're_
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday [Dm] at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
_ Drive it out. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Drive _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ it out. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, it's so gross to see yourself come to the image of what you [E] wanted to be.
_ As you stayed out by a little bar, you can't [C] remember what it was [E] you wanted anyway.
_ The fingers, frill of the eyes, [Em] they point to face, your radiant face.
The face that [D] once was so [C] beautiful, now it's a face that's so beautiful.
It's still there but _ [Em] unrecognisable.
Drive it out. _
Drive it [E] out. _ _ _
The bad acts you once loved, the spoiled cats, [Em] the seldom-meet, [C]
working [Em] late as usual.
_ _ Don't interrest the [Am] twain, you filth-swain, that [Em] face you snag.
[C] On the occasion [D] she lies upon you, [C] close your [D] eyes and take a [E] bloody bite.
Drive it out.
_ Drive it out.
Bring your [G] memory on, what's still in you?
Your husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't acknowledge.
[E] Cos you don't care, they don't [C] care, so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] _ Drive it out.
_ Drive it out.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ The morning slips away in a bay of hares and cattle dogs, [C] and you lose [E] cups of coffee. _ _
In the afternoon, the weaning food is the debate.
[C] The forgetful [E] night's grief, the shop windows are wet, by your name exposed to a bloody ghost.
[C] A picture [D] of your [C] fantasy, a [D] victim of your [Em] misery, and_
Drive it out.
Drive it out. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Now, now, no wonder what's true, in a husband's area, your grandchildren's,
[A] the pink of that wood, still acknowledged.
You send him letters, but she doesn't [E] acknowledge.
Cos you don't care, they don't care, [C] so you're all going [D] through the hell.
[Em] _ Drive it out.
Drive it out.
_ [E] _ _ _ [Em] Alone, no sleep, still drunk, you drunk, woke up, you see it's trash, you die, you break, _
_ [C] you_
So let's last this [E] time, you're_
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday [Dm] at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
[C] Saturday at last, it's my [E] dog.
Drive it out.
Drive it out.
_ Drive it out. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Drive _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ it out. _ _
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