Chords for Thomas Dolby - Pulp Culture (Aliens ate my Buick)

_ [F#m] P-U-L [C#m]-P.
A disease that is sweeping our country.
It's called P-U-L-P.
And [F#] it is poisoning the minds of our [B] young people today.
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Drove _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] all over _ Hollywood, _ looking at [E] the stars.
[Bm] _ _
[N] But I ate my Milky Way, and I ate my Mars.
_ But something on a _ galaxy, I know it's something pretty bizarre.
_ _ There's not a lot of people there, just a lot _ of cars.
[Bm] Check it out.
[D] It's called pop culture, take it away.
True pop [A] culture, help to redefine [Dm] it.
Pop culture, day upon day.
Pop [E] culture, serve [A] to undermine it.
[D]
Pop culture, bury it in time.
Pop [F#m] culture, there to be plundered.
[D]
Pop culture, year upon year. _
Pop [B] culture, live to be [E] gone.
_ [A]
Shake off the bad [F#] things, [N] you've gotten used to it.
_ _ _ _ There is one year, one world, one life.
_ _ _ And it's all around, cruel, scum, brown, bright, shag, dumb world.
_ There's a reason I let out a tear, I got my back.
I got a thought [G#] that I'm changed.
Pop culture, take [E] it away. _ _
True pop culture, help to undermine it.
Pop culture, day upon day.
Pop culture, serve [D] to redefine it.
True pop culture, [E] bury it in time.
True pop culture, there to [D] be plundered.
Pop culture, year upon year.
[Bm] _ Pop culture, live to be gone.
[E] _ _ _
If a child ever rose on the wings of a _ _ _ dove,
_ _ [D] _
for the cause of a vulture, _ _
_ [A] then _ _ [E] _ _ _
a man ain't a man when he [D] don't _
_ [E] _ _ _ [G#] understand. _ _
_ _ Oh yeah, [D] _ _ yeah, _ [Bm] yeah.
[D] Pop _ _ culture!
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pop _ _ culture! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pop _ _ culture!
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pop _ culture!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [Am] _ Do you really love me, girl?
I'm thinking, oh, but I wanna be [D] sure.
_ You [N] tell it to me all night long, still I wanna hear some more.
You, _ _ in the bathroom, baby, tell me back in the hall.
_ _ Tell me on the kitchen table, and I'll forget the world.
Where do you keep _ your _ _ _ fingernails?
_ Between your [D]
toes?
_ [N] Right between your earlobes, darling, that's where culture grows.
_ _ _ Breathing in your short and [F] curly, spread it to _ [D] expand.
From a heart of [N] poison, sitting out of a television land.
[G#] With a drum in his [D] hand. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] Pop _ _ _ _ _ [D] culture! Pop culture!
Pop _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ culture, [E] buried in time.
_ Pop culture, there to be plundered.
Pop culture, [D] year upon [G#] year.
_ [F#m] Pop culture, left to be a vulture.
[G#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _