Intro
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F F6 F A# A#6 A#
it's so easy to laugh at yourself
and all those jokes have already been written
seems like another vain attempt
to let yourself fall out of the oven
C C9 C
holy mountains
A#9
they look so tired
C C9 C A# F
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside
who you foolin' with the fools are right
it's the same thing but it's almost as different
hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
leaves you stranded with a broken engine
lazy desert looks so mangled
let me drown in a convalescent bliss
C
D# Gm A# F
get up from your bed of rest
D# Gm A# F
been a long time since you've lived
D D#
but the static in your mind
F D
leaves you hollow and unkind
D# A# F
with a shock electric wave turns you on.
you've been flunked out of the devils house
delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
some distortion that's never been known
on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever
holy mountains, they look so tired
and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside
(F E)4x
begone
F E D# D C# F
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12.(unlisted) Diamond Bollocks
intro:
Cb A G F D# C# C
fuzz bass:
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looking back at some dead world that looks so new
E
offices and fountains that they named for you
G
dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom
E
hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms
G
girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart
E
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
G F D# C
G F C D# A# C#
(birds chirping)
G# G
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(no chords)
hear that lonesome whistle blow
no direction to be known
in a senile of revery
a tearful gaze turns away
eroding cold and grey
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
(bass comes back in)
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
offices and fountains that they named for you
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
terrorist confections look so out of place
C
D# C# G# Dm G C
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
(G F C G)4x