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E  A  C A
                        C
Mark Foley was right
               E                        C
There are no ghosts in this town
             A                  C
There is no reason to fear
               E    D              C
There are no obstacles here

A                      C
Mark Foley was right
                E                     C
There are no barriers for medicine
A                     C
Mark Foley was right
               E                      C 
There are no barriers for shame
A          C
Shame
                     E
Audience please
C                             A
Every minute matters
C                     E
Audience please
C                             A
Every minute matters
C                     E
Audience please
C                             A
Every minute matters
C                     D
Audience please
C                             E
Every minute matters
                               A
Every minute matters

Every minute matters

A                                     C
All he ever wanted was a detonator
D                                    F            E
All he ever wanted was a detonator
A                                     C
All he ever wanted was a detonator
D                                    F            E
All he ever wanted was a detonator
A                                     C
All he ever wanted was a detonator
D                                    F            E
All he ever wanted was a detonator
A                                     C
All he ever wanted was a detonator
D                                    F       E    C    E
All he ever wanted was a deto-na-tor


D
Now Colin

E
Colin
A
Colin is a pussy
A
A very pretty pussy
G
Colin is a pussy
G
A very pretty pussycat
D
Colin is a pussy
D
A very pretty pussy
F
Colin is a pussy
E
A very pretty pussycat

A
Colin is a wide eyed, wanton, hopped up
G
Hole of hail and hate
D
Felt him slide down the back of my leg
F                                E
Found his hair by the castanets
A
Made him mad from silence, made him;
G
Sick of the constant calm
D
Heard him sigh in the dead of the night
F                                    E                          C
It's times like these that make him wish I'd fail