Gang Of Four - Paralyzed

Bm
Bm      G
Bm      G    Db

Blinkered,  paralysed
Flat  on  my  back

They  say  our  world  is  built  on  endeavor
That  every  man  is  for  himself
Wealth  is  for  the  one  that  wants  it
Paradise,  if  you  can  earn  it

History  is  the  reason
I'm  washed  up

Blinkered,  paralysed
Flat  on  my  back

My  ambitions  come  to  nothing
What  I  wanted  now  just  seems  a  waste  of  time
I  can't  make  out  what  has  gone  wrong
I  was  good  at  what  I  did

The  crows  come  home  to  roost
And  I'm  the  dupe