Intro: C  Am  C  Am  F  G

Verso:
C      Am     C
   The art of suicide
   Am             F
   Nightgowns and hair
                G
   Curls flying every which where
C      Am       C
   The pain too pure to hide
   Am         F
   Bridges of Sighs
               G
   Meant to conceal lover's lies

   F         Am
   Under the arches
      F             Am
   Of moonlight and sky
   F        Am
   Suddenly easy
      F           Am
   To contemplate why
   Am Em
   Why...

Refrão:
              F Am
   Why live a life
                       F
   That's painted with pity
                   C
   And sadness and strife
               F Am
   Why dream a dream
                       F
   That's tainted with trouble
                    C
   And less than it seems
              F Am
   Why bother bothering
              F
   Just for a poem
                  C
   Or another sad song to sing
              Am
   Why live a life
              G
   Why live a life

Verso 2:
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid

Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Refrão
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

           F               Am
   Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
                 F
   With a second ending
            Am         C
   When the people are disturbed
             F
   Well they should be disturbed
   Am                F
   Because there's a story
        Am          C
   That ought to be heard
           F               Am
   Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
                 F
   With a second ending
            Am         C
   When the people are disturbed
             F
   Well they should be disturbed
   Am                F
   Because there's a lesson
               Am          C
   That really ought to be learned

F                       Am
   The world is full of poets
            C
   We don't need any more
F                       Am
   The world is full of singers
            C
   We don't need any more
F                       Am
   The world is full of lovers
            C
   We don't need any more...

( F  Am  C )  (2x)