Intro
|: 52 10 52 53 10 53 54 10 54 53 53 10 53 :| C
(52=G string, second fret etc.)
F C
Although I'm young I got a job to do.
Dm D# A# F
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe.
C
Call it a business trip.
Dm D# A# F Ab F Ab
Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever.
F C
I got my papers and a cyanide pill.
Dm D# A# F
My polaroid's a taser in disguise.
C Dm D# A# F Ab Ab
There's a base-in-the-hills, and the wheat fields look like Kansas in November.
A#m Gb Ab D#
Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun.
Gb Ab A#m A#m
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me.
A#m Gb Ab D#
One last contact in red square, unless I have to run
Gb Ab A#m A#m F C
and the long arms of the K.G.B. detect me.
F C
Can't trust a soul, secret messenger,
Dm D# A# F
just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
C
and a cool .45.
Dm D# A# F Ab F Ab
The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange.
A#m Gb
I.C.B.M.* Bang! Bang! You're dead!
Ab D#
No one left to worry.
Gb Ab A#m A#m
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry.
A#m Gb Ab D#
Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run
Gb Ab A#m A#m
and the long arms of the C.I.A. detect me.
F Ab F Ab F Ab F Ab D# F Hey!
F Ab D# F Hey! F Hey! F (F) F
*Intercontinental Ballistic Missile
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