[Intro]
E E7  A Am 
E E7  A Am
[Strophe]
E              E7                      A 
 I want to be rich and I want lots of money 
                     Am                       E 
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny 
                  E7                       A 
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds 
                Am                           E
I heard people die while they are trying to find them  
               E7                        A 
I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless 
               Am                       E 
'Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous 
                  E7                       A 
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror 
                     Am * 
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner
[Refrain]
E         C#m                    G#m 
 I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore 
E         C#m                   D      ( Dm ) 
 I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore 
E              C#m                G#m 
 When do you think it will all become clear? 
E                C#m               D 
 'Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear 
[Instrumentale]
E E7  A Am
[Strophe]
E              E7                        A 
 Life’s about film stars and less about mothers 
                Am                    E  
It’s all about fast cars cussing each other 
                E7                        A 
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic 
                          Am                 E 
and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic  
            E7                   A 
And I am a weapon of massive consumption 
                Am                               E 
and its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
                  E7                       A 
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror 
                   Am * 
I’m on the right track yeah we're on to a winner
[Refrain]
E         C#m                    G#m 
 I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore 
E         C#m                   D      ( Dm ) 
 I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore 
E              C#m                G#m 
 When do you think it will all become clear?  
E                C#m              D 
 'Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear  
[Instrumentale]
E E7  A Am 
 
E E7  A Am
[Strophe]
E              E7                  A 
 Forget about guns and forget ammunition                  
                        Am                    E 
'Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission 
                E7                  A 
Now, I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner 
                    Am * 
Now, everything's cool as long as I’m getting thinner
[Refrain]
E          C#m                   G#m 
 I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore 
E         C#m                   D      ( Dm ) 
 I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore 
E             C#m                 G#m 
 When do you think it will all become clear? 
E                C#m               D 
 'Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
[Outro]
E C#m G#m 
E C#m D 
E