(The subject of this song, William Wittmam informs us, is snooker.)



G Dm Em C

I find I fall into each night what passes for a dream

G Dm Em C

But all I see are pinks and blacks and I don't know what they mean

Cm Gm Bm E

My opponent's got the edge but his face just can't be seen

E C D G C G

And I...........'m locked into green



I been up since 8 oclock smoking endless cigarettes

And I'll be at the table as the bookies take their bets

A shot of drink to steady nerves and I'll wipe that table clean

And I...........'m locked into green



C G

Reds and blues, yellows, greens and browns

C D

If I keep my eye in I will put them down

Cm Gm Bm E

There's other ways of life out there but there's nothing they could mean

E C D G F E

Because I...........'m locked into green

E C D G C G

Oh I...........'m locked into green

G G C G G G C G

I'm locked into green, I'm locked into green

G G

I'm locked into green