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