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