D
     
Bm
     
A
     
D
Book of love in front of me
 
G
           
D
  
A
Tries to bite my chin;
D
    
Bm
    
A
     
D
Angel right behind my shoulder
 
G
         
D
  
A
Waits to Do me in;
Bm
     
G
I wish I had a heart
   
Bm
         
A
To walk me like a dog -
   
D
   
A
  
G
   
D
But life's a sweet thing,
 
G
        
D
Going up in smoke.
 
Used to be a passenger,
Now they take me as their own;
Used to be a fisher-king
But now my cross is gone.
I wish I had some faith,
But all I Do is talk -
And life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.

We could be engineers,
We could drive a coach;
Could be real New Age
With positive approach.
I wish I still could laugh,
I wish it was a joke -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.