Radio London (1990)
		Up In Smoke

		D        Hm       A       D
		Book of love in front of me
		  G                D   A
		Tries to bite my chin;
		D      Hm      A        D
		Angel right behind my shoulder
		 G             D   A
		Waits to do me in;
		Hm        G
		I wish I had a heart
		    Hm             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.