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