Am G F G
Am G F G
It's gonna take an airplane to get me off the ground.
Am 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.
Am G F G
Now, in my Evil empire
Am G F G
I Gm 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 Em
Dressed like a dream dreamt by Lola magazine,
Am Dm
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 Am
Always 'the play', never 'the thing'...
Am G F G
Sub-ma-rines
Am G F G
don't mind
Am G F G
spending their time in the ocean