[A]
[A7]Strange raves on a Detroit bridge
[A7]I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
[A7]She was talking to the Buick
[A7]She was cutting the tequila with bleach
[A7]And she said to me
There's [Dm]no such thing as an Eg[F]yptian cowboy
Your p[A]retty haircut can't h[C]elp you now, boy
Th[Dm]ere's nothing we can do for[C] you unless you're willing to ki[A7]ll
[A7]Hey, come on and kill.
(In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
[A7]I think this city could have used a woman's touch
[A7]As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
[A7]Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
[A7]Everybody here said I won't amount to much
[A7]When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
[A7]Chills and blood to spill
But there's n[Dm]ever any people on the[F] people mover -
Public tr[A]ansit equivalent of H[C]erbert Hoover
You're n[Dm]ever gonna get anyw[F]here because you're standing s[A]till
[A]Standing still!
[Eb]These songs don't w[Cm]rite themselves
I've g[Ab]ot a music workshop r[F]un by elves
Making d[Eb]ozens of records b[Cm]y the twelves
[Ab]Stocking our product on Ik[F]ea shelves
[Eb]Let me state
[Cm]My state of mind, [Ab]mind, mind
Is just fi[C#]ne.
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
[A7]Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
[A7]You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
[A7]Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
[A7]I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
[A7]She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
[A7]And she said to me
There's [Dm]no such thing as an el[F]ectric tuba
The Det[A]roit River's not a g[Cm]ood place to scuba
The o[Dm]nly reason you're here tod[F]ay is cuz we need you to ki[A]ll
Yeah, kill!
[Eb]My songs are t[Cm]asty pies,
[Ab]Fresh oven-baked and fi[F]lled with lies
Gobbled [Eb]up by the dozen by[Cm] Neanderthal guys
[Ab]Inhaling the aroma of Ca[F]nadian lies
[Eb]Oh my, w[Cm]hy you got quit[Ab]e a lot [C#]of problems, don't you?
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
[A7]Shake that tambourine!
[A7]Shake that shaker machine!
[A7]Shake it, low.
[A7]Shake it, high.
[A7]Shake it.
[A7]Shake it.
Outro:
[Cm] [Ab] [F] [Eb] [Ab] [F] [Cm] [F]
[Eb] [Ab] [Cm] [Eb] [Cm] [Ab] [F] [Eb]
[Ab] [F]
[A7]Strange raves on a Detroit bridge
[A7]I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
[A7]She was talking to the Buick
[A7]She was cutting the tequila with bleach
[A7]And she said to me
There's [Dm]no such thing as an Eg[F]yptian cowboy
Your p[A]retty haircut can't h[C]elp you now, boy
Th[Dm]ere's nothing we can do for[C] you unless you're willing to ki[A7]ll
[A7]Hey, come on and kill.
(In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
[A7]I think this city could have used a woman's touch
[A7]As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
[A7]Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
[A7]Everybody here said I won't amount to much
[A7]When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
[A7]Chills and blood to spill
But there's n[Dm]ever any people on the[F] people mover -
Public tr[A]ansit equivalent of H[C]erbert Hoover
You're n[Dm]ever gonna get anyw[F]here because you're standing s[A]till
[A]Standing still!
[Eb]These songs don't w[Cm]rite themselves
I've g[Ab]ot a music workshop r[F]un by elves
Making d[Eb]ozens of records b[Cm]y the twelves
[Ab]Stocking our product on Ik[F]ea shelves
[Eb]Let me state
[Cm]My state of mind, [Ab]mind, mind
Is just fi[C#]ne.
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
[A7]Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
[A7]You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
[A7]Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
[A7]I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
[A7]She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
[A7]And she said to me
There's [Dm]no such thing as an el[F]ectric tuba
The Det[A]roit River's not a g[Cm]ood place to scuba
The o[Dm]nly reason you're here tod[F]ay is cuz we need you to ki[A]ll
Yeah, kill!
[Eb]My songs are t[Cm]asty pies,
[Ab]Fresh oven-baked and fi[F]lled with lies
Gobbled [Eb]up by the dozen by[Cm] Neanderthal guys
[Ab]Inhaling the aroma of Ca[F]nadian lies
[Eb]Oh my, w[Cm]hy you got quit[Ab]e a lot [C#]of problems, don't you?
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
[A7]Shake that tambourine!
[A7]Shake that shaker machine!
[A7]Shake it, low.
[A7]Shake it, high.
[A7]Shake it.
[A7]Shake it.
Outro:
[Cm] [Ab] [F] [Eb] [Ab] [F] [Cm] [F]
[Eb] [Ab] [Cm] [Eb] [Cm] [Ab] [F] [Eb]
[Ab] [F]
