Verse
A A7
So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks,
Bm F#
But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
D E D E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
A A7
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the New,
Bm F#
And a memo from Feldman saying, "everything is true."
D E D E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Chorus]
A B D B
Don't spend your life conceiving
A B D B
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
D E
'Till everyone walks out.
D E
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
D E
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
D Dm
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
A A7 Bm F# D E D E x2
[Verse 2]
A A7
You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation,
Bm F#
But the Port Authority just taxed incantations.
D E D E
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
A7 A7
Auction off The Temple. It's money well-spent.
Bm F#
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
D E D E
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
[Chorus]
A B D B
Don't spend your life conceiving
A B D B
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
D E
'Till everyone walks out.
D E
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
D E
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
D Dm
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
A A7 Bm F# D E D E x2
[Verse]
A A7
So put your hands together! I hear it's a must
Bm F#
Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.
D E D E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
A A7
I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice,
Bm F#
But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price...
D E D E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Outro]
A B D B
Don't spend your life conceiving
A B D B
D E D E
D E D Dm