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