Morrissey – I Am Not A Dog On A Chain (Guitar)

D           Bm      Bb
I am not a dog on a chain

Bb           A
I use my own brain

D     Bm                    Bb
I can turn the conversation off

                     A
I'm too clever to be robbed

D          Bm       Bb
I am not a dog on a chain

               A
Thanks all the same

D               Bm          Bb
I have patience and I have time

                  A
Both of which are mine

          G              A
I hear a call, I hear a cry

    Bb             C
I raise my voice, I have no choice

    G                 A
I raise my hand, I hammer twice

    Bb              C
I see no point in being nice

D           Bm
I am not a dog on a chain

    Bb        A
I use my own brain

 D              Bm
I do not read newspapers

Bb              A
They are troublemakers

D               Bm                  Bb
Listen out for what's not shown to you

                           A
And there you'll find the truth

     D          Bm              Bb
For in a civilized and careful way

                             A
They'll sculpture all your views

     G            A
So open up your nervous mouth

              Bb                   C
And feel the words come streaming out

   G                  A
In volume, pitch and rising cries

  Bb                    C
Opening your blinkered eyes

      G                    A
For otherwise, you'll never know

         Bb      C               G
Who you are or all that you can do

         A               Bb
If you want to, if you want to

              C
If you want to

D           Bm         Bb
I am not a dog on a chain

                   A
You've got to be insane

 D          Bm                Bb
One is company and two is a crowd

                 A
And crowds are loud

        G                  A
Oh, maybe I'll be skinned alive

           Bb                     C
By Canada Goose because of my views

                  G                  A
Because of the truth, because of my fleece

                   Bb               C
Because of my niece, like drinking ink, the

        G
words explode

              A                    Bb
Fatter than fists, louder than blows

              C                   G
Fatter than fists, louder than blows

               A                  Bb
The dead are dead, ice cold and hard

                             C
To where they can't be overcharged

         G                  A
They have no breath, they have no eyes

       Bb                     C
At least they won't be going twice