Verse
E E7
So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks,
F#m C#
But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
A B A B
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
E E7
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the New,
F#m C#
And a memo from Feldman saying, "everything is true."
A B A B
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Chorus]
E F# A F#
Don't spend your life conceiving
E F# A F#
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
A B
'Till everyone walks out.
A B
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
A B
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
A Am
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
E E7 F#m C# A B A B x2
[Verse 2]
E E7
You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation,
F#m C#
But the Port Authority just taxed incantations.
A B A B
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
E7 E7
Auction off The Temple. It's money well-spent.
F#m C#
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
A B A B
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
[Chorus]
E F# A F#
Don't spend your life conceiving
E F# A F#
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
A B
'Till everyone walks out.
A B
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
A B
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
A Am
In the face of somebody's lord!
[Instrumental]
E E7 F#m C# A B A B x2
[Verse]
E E7
So put your hands together! I hear it's a must
F#m C#
Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.
A B A B
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
E E7
I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice,
F#m C#
But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price...
A B A B
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
[Outro]
E F# A F#
Don't spend your life conceiving
E F# A F#
A B A B
A B A Dm