submitted by m. burgess
[C] [G] [A] [E] [Fmaj7] [C]
[C] [G] [A] [E] [Fmaj7] [C]
[C]la[G]zy [A]flies [E]all h[F]overing a[C]bove
the m[C]ag[G]istr[A]ate, [E]he pu[F]ts on his g[C]loves
and he l[D7]ooks to the cl[G]ouds
all [F]pink and dish[C]eveled
there m[B7]ust be some blu[C]eprints,
some c[G]reed of the d[F#]evil
insc[F]ribed in our m[C]inds
a [Am]hideous g[D]ame
[F]vanishes in [Am]thin air
the [Am]vanity of sl[D]aves
[F]who wants to [Am]be there?
to s[E]weep the deb[F]ris
to [F]harness dead-ho[C]rses
to [D]ride in the s[G]un
a [F]life of conf[C]essions
[E]written in the d[F]ust[G#]
out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute
the dust of opiates and syphilis patients
on brochure vacations
fear has a glare that traps you
like searchlights
the puritans stare
their souls are fluoresecent
the skin of a robot
vibrates with pleasure
matrons and gigolos
carouse in the parlor
their hand-grenade eyes
invalid and blind
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead-horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust
La la la la la la la etc.
end on C
[C] [G] [A] [E] [Fmaj7] [C]
[C] [G] [A] [E] [Fmaj7] [C]
[C]la[G]zy [A]flies [E]all h[F]overing a[C]bove
the m[C]ag[G]istr[A]ate, [E]he pu[F]ts on his g[C]loves
and he l[D7]ooks to the cl[G]ouds
all [F]pink and dish[C]eveled
there m[B7]ust be some blu[C]eprints,
some c[G]reed of the d[F#]evil
insc[F]ribed in our m[C]inds
a [Am]hideous g[D]ame
[F]vanishes in [Am]thin air
the [Am]vanity of sl[D]aves
[F]who wants to [Am]be there?
to s[E]weep the deb[F]ris
to [F]harness dead-ho[C]rses
to [D]ride in the s[G]un
a [F]life of conf[C]essions
[E]written in the d[F]ust[G#]
out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
they're chewing dried meat house of disrepute
the dust of opiates and syphilis patients
on brochure vacations
fear has a glare that traps you
like searchlights
the puritans stare
their souls are fluoresecent
the skin of a robot
vibrates with pleasure
matrons and gigolos
carouse in the parlor
their hand-grenade eyes
invalid and blind
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead-horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust
La la la la la la la etc.
end on C
