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