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