Dm Gm Dm Gm
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
Dm Gm Dm AmYou were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
Bb Eb Bb Cm GmI hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
Dm Gm Dm AmAnd the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
Bb Dm GmI went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped
Dm Gm Dm AmActing out his folly While his back is being whipped
Bb Dm GmLike a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
Dm Gm Dm AmIn this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
Bb Dm GmThe crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me
Dm Gm Dm Am'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
Bb Dm GmWe stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make
So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
Dm Gm Dm AmThe naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
Bb Dm GmLady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that
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