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