The Moneys No Good

D G Am F G C G Fmaj7 G

[Verse]
D                        Am
You get out of bed about half-past seven
     C                G          D
Your days are hell so sleeping's heaven
D                        Am
Unfold the paper over yesterday's tea
     C                G          D
Good morning Mr Howard, how do you feel?
                              Am
Another batch of figures says everything's fine
               C                           G
But that's not what they are saying on the dole-form line

[Verse]
D                        Am
Pocketful of silver like a pocket full of rocks
     C                G          D
You stagger down the road to the telephone box
D                        Am
"That job's gone" says the person when you ring
     C                G          D
"You're the thirteenth today" as he drops the thing
                              Am
Postman at the gate just to make you feel better
               C            G            Fmaj7   G
Another half a dozen no-job letters

[Chorus]
Fmaj7 C             G        Am         Em
The   debts pile up and your confidence goes
    C               G      D
And everyone in the family knows
     C    G                  Am        Em
They sympathize because they feel they should
C                                   B
Seven days a week and the money's no good

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
D                        Am
So you wander around the house for hours at a time
     C                G          D
You're looking for a riff and you're looking for a rhyme
D                        Am
Another cup of coffee, no sugar or cream
     C                G          D
While the sun goes down on your Australian dream
                              Am
The lady next door's screaming at her kids
               C                         G            Fmaj7   G
Because the dole didn't come but the landlord did

[Verse]
D                        Am
You spend a half a day a week at the C.E.S
     C                G          D
You get a flint-eyed stare from behind the desk
D                        Am
I haven't got a job and you think it's a sin
     C                G          D
Don't you read the papers mate, where have you been?
                              Am
"They've shut down the shop and they've stopped our pay"
               C                         G            Fmaj7   G
Isn't it time we became annoyed, there are two generations unemployed

[Chorus]
Fmaj7 C             G        Am         Em
The   debts pile up and your confidence goes
    C               G      D
And everyone in the family knows
     C    G                  Am        Em
They sympathize because they feel they should
C                                   B
Seven days a week and the money's no good