...CARDIAC ARREST... by Madness
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*from 'Seven' (1981)*
Intro:
Em,
Am G F F/E, Dm E Am (x2)
Verse 1:
Papers in the morning, Bowler Hat on head.
Walking to the bus stop; he's longing for his bed.
Waiting with his neighbours, in the rush hour queue.
Got to get the first bus; so much for him to do.
Bridge 1:
He's got to hurry, got to get his seat.
Can't miss his place; got to rest his feet.
Verse 2:
Ten more minutes 'till he gets there;
The crossword's nearly done.
It's been so hard these days; not nearly so much fun.
His mind wanders to the office, his telephone, desk and chair.
He's been happy with the company; they've treated him real fair.
Bridge 2:
Think of seven letters, be-gin and end in 'C'.
Like a big A-merican car, but mis-spelt with a 'D'.
Break:
I wish this bus'd get a move on; driver's taking his time.
I just don't know, I'll be late; oh dear, what will the boss say?
Pull yourself together now, don't get in a state.
Chorus 1:
Don't you worry; there's no hurry.
It's a lovely day; it could all be going your way.
Take the doc's ad-vice; let up, enjoy your life.
B,
Listen to what they say; it's not a game they play.
Interlude:
Am G F F/E, Dm E Am (x4)
Verse 3:
Never get there at this rate; he's caught up in a jam.
There's a meeting this morning; it's just his luck, oh damn!
His hand dives in his pocket, for his handker-chief.
Pearls of sweat on his collar; his pulse-beat seems so brief.
Bridge 3:
Eyes fall on his wristwatch; the seconds pass real slow.
Gasping for the hot air, but the chest pain; it won't go.
Break:
Tried to ask for help, but can't seem to speak a word.
Words are whispered frantically, but don't seem to be heard.
What about the wife and kids? They all depend on me!
Chorus 2:
We're so sorry; we told you not to hurry.
Now it's just too late; you've got a certain date.
We thought we made it clear? We all voiced our inner fears.
We left it up to you; there's nothing we can do.
Chorus 3:
Don't you worry; there's no hurry.
It's a lovely day; it could all be going your way.
Take the doc's ad-vice; let up, enjoy your life.
Listen to what they say; it's not a game they play.
(Repeat to Fade)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2004 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)