C#m B A B
C#m B A B
It's gonna take an airplane to get me off the ground.
C#m B A B
I don't blame anyone who isn't sticking around,
B A B A
Cause when you stick around (when you stick around)
B A
People like to put things in the ground.
C#m B A B
Now, in my Evil empire
C#m B A B
I Bm gonna be a star in the
B A B A B
Night sky above. "So you think this is love?"
A
Yes, I guess so, At least something to make it from...
A G#m
Dressed like a dream dreamt by Lola magazine,
C#m F#m
Baby you were born to be seen.
A B
And art's just the start!
A
Now step inside the Widowmaker
B
And listen to your heart!
A B C#m
Always 'the play', never 'the thing'...
C#m B A B
Sub-ma-rines
C#m B A B
don't mind
C#m B A B
spending their time in the ocean