D A D A They're waiting to hate you D A E So give them an excuse [this repeats for all verses] G D Hats off to my distant hope A I'm held back by a velvet rope G D A And he's behind the wall the smoke machine has made between us G D A And if he does exist, if camera clicking, green room guests swirl round the G man whose real life can be touched G Then I will do just that much [this repeats for the next stanza]