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