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