Pulp Styloroc (Nites Of Suburbia) (Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Nick Banks, Candida Doyle, Steve Mackey) Intro: Em Em D D C D/Em/D/Em/D/Em/D/Em -------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------| ---9-x-x-x-x-9-7-x-x-x-x-7-5-x-x-x-x-x-7-9-7-9-7-9-7-9-| ---9-x-x-x-x-9-7-x-x-x-x-7-5-x-x-x-x-x-7-9-7-9-7-9-7-9-| ---7-x-x-x-x-7-5-x-x-x-x-5-3-x-x-x-x-x-5-7-------------| -------------------------------------------------------| Riff: --------------------------------------------------| ---8-7-------8-7-------8-7-------b8---------------| -------9-7-9-----9-7-9-----9-7-9----7-9-7-9-7-9---| --------------------------------------------------| --------------------------------------------------| --------------------------------------------------| After many weeks in the wilderness, we came upon a strange, exotic land. A land of happy hours, where the skies are always grey, and the food exceptionally greasy. We drank strange dark brown liquids, and our stomachs swelled up like balloons. A thousand fake orgasms every night behind thick draylon curtains. They go on and on and on and on Interlude: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| ---5-0---0-5-0---0-5-0---0-5-0---0-8-0---0-8-0---0-8-0---0-8-0---0-10-0---0-| -------5-------5-------5-------5-------5-------5-------5-------5------------| -----------------------------------------------------------------------10---| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------15-15-15-15-| -10-0---0-12-0---0-12-0---0-13-0---0-13-0---0-15-0---0-15-0---0-17-17-17-17-| ----------------------------------------------------------------16-16-16-16-| -----10-------10-------10-------10-------10---------------------------------| --------------------------------------------------15-------15---------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| -15-15-15-15-| -17-17-17-17-| -16-16-16-16-| -------------| -------------| -------------| We sank back into mauve PVC sofas. Outside, the dogs roamed the streets, and the roof-tops glistened with rain; but now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door. So stay we must, sprouting black hair beneath bri-nylon underwear. Yes, here we'll stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on... They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on Yeah! Oh, I'm feeling greasy, hey. Oh, I can't hear you. Oh, you're fading away. Oh no. Oh...