Standard (EADGBE)
Smack crack, Fleetwood Mac,
you'll have a heart attack.
You're never coming back.
Ruined, ruined.
I think you got it wrong,
Can't write a decent song.
We'll all just sing along.
Ruined, ruined.
In the papers every day,
with nothing new to say.
I wish you'd go away.
Ruined, ruined.
Don't believe the hype.
I can smell the type.
Pissed up every night.
Ruined, ruined.
Chorus
play twice)
You'll die, we all sigh, you go sky high,
Through the roof.
Second verse
Let's have a bit of rough.
You think you're really tough.
But just not hard enough.
Ruined, ruined.
We could get famous too.
From drink and sniffing glue.
The kids are onto you.
Ruined, ruined.
A living miracle,
too old and cynical.
Play pop and popping pills.
Ruined, ruined.
It's nearly over now.
You'll struggle on somehow,
cash in your golden cow.
Ruined, ruined.
Chorus
play twice again)
You'll die, we all sigh, you go sky high,
through the roof.
The song ends in