Morrissey - Maladjusted Chords

[Intro]
 
F#5        A5    B5
 
F#5
(On this glorious occasion - of the splendid defeat)
 
[Verse]
 
A5       B5          F#5
I wanna start from before the beginning
A5            B5                    F#5
Loot wine, be mine, and then let's stay out for the night
A5           B5         F#5
Ride via Parkside, semi-perilous lives
A5                        B5          F#5
Jeer the lights in the windows of all safe and stable homes
    A5            B5                F#5
But wondering then, well what could peace of mind be like?
              A5                B5         F#5
Anyway do you want to hear our story, or not?
       A5              B5               F#5
As the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night
       A5         B5            F#5
From a Stevenage overspill we'd kill to live around
           A5         B5             F#5
South-West Six - with someone like you
              A5         B5             F#5
Keep thieves' hours with someone like you
               A5    B5    F#5
As long as it slides
                    A5              B5    F#5
You stalk the house - in a low-cut blouse:
              A5            B5         F#5
"Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night!"
        A5              B5               F#5
And the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night
               A5     B5              F#5
Well, I was fifteen - what could I know?
            A5   B5           F#5
When the gulf between all the things I need
                         A5        B5          F#5                 A5     B5    F#5
And the things I receive - is an ancient ocean wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
                         A5          B5       F#5
Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you
    A5               B5                F#5
You do all that you do because it's all you can do
               A5     B5              F#5
Well, I was fifteen - where could I go?
         A5                       B5                   F#5
With a soul full of loathing for stinging bureaucracy, making it anything
                    A5         B5       F#5
Other than easy for working girls like me
                    A5       B5            F#5
With my hands on my head - I flop on your bed
                        A5      B5               F#5
With a head full of dread - for all I've ever said
                  A5
Maladjusted, maladjusted
     B5           F#5
Maladjusted, maladjusted
                A5
Never to be trusted
    B5              F#5
Oh, never to be trusted
 
[Outro]
                            A5     B5      F#5
(There's nothing wrong with you, ooooo-oooooh)
                            A5     B5      F#5
(There's nothing wrong with you, ooooo-oooooh)
                            A5     B5      F#5
(There's nothing wrong with you, ooooo-oooooh)
                     A5       B5    F#5
(There's nothing wro-ong with youuu-ou)
                            A5    B5    F#5
(There's nothing wrong with yo-ou)