Verse
A# A#7
So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks,
Cm G
But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
D# F D# F
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
A# A#7
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the New,
Cm G
And a memo from Feldman saying, "everything is true."
D# F D# F
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Chorus]
A# C D# C
Don't spend your life conceiving
A# C D# C
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
D# F
'Till everyone walks out.
D# F
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
D# F
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
D# D#m
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
A# A#7 Cm G D# F D# F x2
[Verse 2]
A# A#7
You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation,
Cm G
But the Port Authority just taxed incantations.
D# F D# F
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
A#7 A#7
Auction off The Temple. It's money well-spent.
Cm G
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
D# F D# F
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
[Chorus]
A# C D# C
Don't spend your life conceiving
A# C D# C
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
D# F
'Till everyone walks out.
D# F
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
D# F
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
D# D#m
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
A# A#7 Cm G D# F D# F x2
[Verse]
A# A#7
So put your hands together! I hear it's a must
Cm G
Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.
D# F D# F
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
A# A#7
I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice,
Cm G
But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price...
D# F D# F
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Outro]
A# C D# C
Don't spend your life conceiving
A# C D# C
D# F D# F
D# F D# Dm