Am                        C
I feel like a substitute stittin' on the sideline
         Am                           C
Clicking every single finger waiting for the right time
        Am                        C
I feel like a substitute sitting pretty in my prime
      Am                               C
I'm about to play the game 'cause I'm running out of time

           Dm
Drop your knees to the floor
 G
Hands to the sky
        Am                        E
Give a round of applause for the great Miss Y

   Am                                    C
I walked all night long in the dark just to be standing here
     Em                           G
Only to feel like nobody and Miss Y am I here?
   Am                                    C
I walked all night long in the dark just to be standing here
     Em                           G
Only to feel like nobody and Miss Y am I here?
         Am                C            Em     G                Am
And the lights, they, get stronger the longer that you have to wait
         C          Em     G
For the honour, the honour, to be grey

        Am                                 C
I feel like I'm stuck inside a race, feel like I'm catching up
       Em                           G
Oh, Marina what a shame you didn't make the upper cut!
      Am                                 C
Feel like I'm stuck inside a race, feel like I'm catching up
      Em                            G
Oh Marina, we're so sorry, but you didn't make the cut

           Dm
Drop your knees to the floor
 G
Hands to the sky
        Am                        E
Give a round of applause for the great Miss Y

   Am                                    C
I walked all night long in the dark just to be standing here
     Em                           G
Only to feel like nobody and Miss Y am I here?
   Am                                    C
I walked all night long in the dark just to be standing here
     Em                           G
Only to feel like nobody and Miss Y am I here?
         Am                C            Em     G                Am
And the lights, they, get stronger the longer that you have to wait
         C          Em     G
For the honour, the honour, to be grey