Capo 5th fret
[C]
[C]Field Commander Cohen, he was our m[G]ost important sp[Bb]y
[F]Wounded in the line of duty
[Dm]Parachuting acid into[C] diplomatic c[Gm]ocktail parties
[Bb]Urging Fidel Castro to ab[F]andon fields and c[Cm]astles
Leave it [Bb]all and like a m[Dm]an
Come b[Bb]ack to nothing sp[Dm]ecial
Such as w[Am]aiting rooms and ticket lines
[Dm]Silver bullet s[Am]uicides
And[Dm] messianic [Am]ocean tides
And[Dm] racial roller-c[Am]oaster rides
And [Bb]other forms of boredom advert[A]ised as poetry[/E][(bass)]
[Bm]I know you need your s[D]leep now
I kn[A]ow your life's been hard
[Bm]But many men are f[D]alling
Where you pr[A]omised to stand guard
I n[C]ever asked but I heard you cast your l[G]ot along with the p[Bb]oor
[F]But then I overheard your prayer
That[Dm] you be this and nothing more
Than[C] just some grateful f[Gm]aithful woman's[Bb] favourite singing millionaire
The p[F]atron Saint of [Cm]envy and the gr[Bb]ocer of desp[Dm]air
W[E]orking for the Yankee D[A]ollar[/E][(bass)]
[Bm]I know you need your s[D]leep now
I kn[A]ow your life's been hard
[Bm]But many men are f[D]alling
Where you pr[A]omised to stand guard
Ah, l[C]over come and lie with me, if my l[G]over is who you [Bb]are
[F]And be your sweetest self awhile unt[Dm]il I ask for more, my child
Then[C] let the other s[Gm]elves be wrong, yeah[Bb], let them manifest and come
Till [F]every taste is [Cm]on the tongue
Till l[Bb]ove is pierced and l[Dm]ove is hung
And [Bb]every kind of fr[Dm]eedom done, then
[Am]Oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove
[Am]Oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove
[C]
[C]Field Commander Cohen, he was our m[G]ost important sp[Bb]y
[F]Wounded in the line of duty
[Dm]Parachuting acid into[C] diplomatic c[Gm]ocktail parties
[Bb]Urging Fidel Castro to ab[F]andon fields and c[Cm]astles
Leave it [Bb]all and like a m[Dm]an
Come b[Bb]ack to nothing sp[Dm]ecial
Such as w[Am]aiting rooms and ticket lines
[Dm]Silver bullet s[Am]uicides
And[Dm] messianic [Am]ocean tides
And[Dm] racial roller-c[Am]oaster rides
And [Bb]other forms of boredom advert[A]ised as poetry[/E][(bass)]
[Bm]I know you need your s[D]leep now
I kn[A]ow your life's been hard
[Bm]But many men are f[D]alling
Where you pr[A]omised to stand guard
I n[C]ever asked but I heard you cast your l[G]ot along with the p[Bb]oor
[F]But then I overheard your prayer
That[Dm] you be this and nothing more
Than[C] just some grateful f[Gm]aithful woman's[Bb] favourite singing millionaire
The p[F]atron Saint of [Cm]envy and the gr[Bb]ocer of desp[Dm]air
W[E]orking for the Yankee D[A]ollar[/E][(bass)]
[Bm]I know you need your s[D]leep now
I kn[A]ow your life's been hard
[Bm]But many men are f[D]alling
Where you pr[A]omised to stand guard
Ah, l[C]over come and lie with me, if my l[G]over is who you [Bb]are
[F]And be your sweetest self awhile unt[Dm]il I ask for more, my child
Then[C] let the other s[Gm]elves be wrong, yeah[Bb], let them manifest and come
Till [F]every taste is [Cm]on the tongue
Till l[Bb]ove is pierced and l[Dm]ove is hung
And [Bb]every kind of fr[Dm]eedom done, then
[Am]Oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove
[Am]Oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove, [Am]oh my l[F]ove
