[G7] [A7] [G7] [A7]
[E7]"Look into my eyes" he tells her
[E7]"I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah
[E7]"Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah
[E7]All that day she thinks of his love yeah
[G7]They whip him through the streets and alleys there[C7]
[G7]The gormless and the baying crowd right there[C7]
[E7]They can't get enough of that doomsday song
[E7]They can't get enough of it all
[E7]Listen
[G7]"Listen to the whores" he tells her[C7]
[G7]He fashions paper sculptures of them[C7]
[G7]Then drags them to the rivers b[A7]ank in the cart
[G7]Their soggy paper bodies wash [A7]ashore in the dark
And the [G7]priest stiff in hate now [A7]demanding fun begin
Of his women [Bm7]dressed as men for the [C#7]pleasure of that priest
[E7]Here I am
[E7]Not quite dying
[E7]My body left to rot in a hollow tree
[E7]Its branches throwing shadows
[E7]On the gallows for me
[E7]And the next day
[E7]And the next
[E7]And another day
[G7] [A7] [G7] [A7]
[E7]Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
[E7]They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
[E7]They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
[E7]And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest
[G7]First they give you everything that you want[C7]
[G7]Then they take back everything that you have[C7]
[G7]They live upon their feet and they [A7]die upon their knees
[G7]They can work with satan while they [A7]dress like the saints
[G7]They know god exists for the [A7]devil told them so
They [Bm7]scream my name aloud down into the [C#7]well below
[E7]Here I am
[E7]Not quite dying
[E7]My body left to rot in a hollow tree
[E7]Its branches throwing shadows
[E7]On the gallows for me
[E7]And the next day
[E7]And the next
[E7]And another day
[E7]"Look into my eyes" he tells her
[E7]"I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah
[E7]"Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah
[E7]All that day she thinks of his love yeah
[G7]They whip him through the streets and alleys there[C7]
[G7]The gormless and the baying crowd right there[C7]
[E7]They can't get enough of that doomsday song
[E7]They can't get enough of it all
[E7]Listen
[G7]"Listen to the whores" he tells her[C7]
[G7]He fashions paper sculptures of them[C7]
[G7]Then drags them to the rivers b[A7]ank in the cart
[G7]Their soggy paper bodies wash [A7]ashore in the dark
And the [G7]priest stiff in hate now [A7]demanding fun begin
Of his women [Bm7]dressed as men for the [C#7]pleasure of that priest
[E7]Here I am
[E7]Not quite dying
[E7]My body left to rot in a hollow tree
[E7]Its branches throwing shadows
[E7]On the gallows for me
[E7]And the next day
[E7]And the next
[E7]And another day
[G7] [A7] [G7] [A7]
[E7]Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
[E7]They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
[E7]They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
[E7]And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest
[G7]First they give you everything that you want[C7]
[G7]Then they take back everything that you have[C7]
[G7]They live upon their feet and they [A7]die upon their knees
[G7]They can work with satan while they [A7]dress like the saints
[G7]They know god exists for the [A7]devil told them so
They [Bm7]scream my name aloud down into the [C#7]well below
[E7]Here I am
[E7]Not quite dying
[E7]My body left to rot in a hollow tree
[E7]Its branches throwing shadows
[E7]On the gallows for me
[E7]And the next day
[E7]And the next
[E7]And another day
