Verse
F F7
So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks,
Gm D
But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
A# C A# C
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
F F7
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the New,
Gm D
And a memo from Feldman saying, "everything is true."
A# C A# C
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Chorus]
F G A# G
Don't spend your life conceiving
F G A# G
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
A# C
'Till everyone walks out.
A# C
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
A# C
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
A# A#m
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
F F7 Gm D A# C A# C x2
[Verse 2]
F F7
You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation,
Gm D
But the Port Authority just taxed incantations.
A# C A# C
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
F7 F7
Auction off The Temple. It's money well-spent.
Gm D
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
A# C A# C
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
[Chorus]
F G A# G
Don't spend your life conceiving
F G A# G
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
A# C
'Till everyone walks out.
A# C
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
A# C
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
A# A#m
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
F F7 Gm D A# C A# C x2
[Verse]
F F7
So put your hands together! I hear it's a must
Gm D
Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.
A# C A# C
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
F F7
I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice,
Gm D
But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price...
A# C A# C
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Outro]
F G A# G
Don't spend your life conceiving
F G A# G
A# C A# C
A# C A# Dm