Biography:
Lloyd Cole (born in Buxton on 31 January 1961) is an English-born singer and songwriter, known for his role as lead singer of Lloyd Cole and the Commotions from 1984 to 1989 and for his subsequent solo work.
Born in Buxton, Derbyshire, Cole grew up in nearby Chapel en le Frith and went to New Mills Grammar School. After failing in law at University College London, he later attended (but did not graduate from) the University of Glasgow where he studied philosophy and English and met the other members of band that would become The Commotions.
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Intro: Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F D G F (let ring) Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free
F C Am F C Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F C Am D
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F D G
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree
C Am F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F G F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all
Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F D
There isn't any justice in this world
F D G
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free
C Am F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G
This town will be the death of me
C Am F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
Am
The death of me
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F D G F (let ring) Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free
F C Am F C Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F C Am D
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F D G
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree
C Am F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F G F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all
Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F D
There isn't any justice in this world
F D G
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free
C Am F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G
This town will be the death of me
C Am F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
Am
The death of me
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