D D/C#
Relax, trembling peacock...
D/B D/A
No, I wasn't born to rock...
G D
Oh, I was just plain born...
G D
And then I kind of grew and then, well...
Em A
Vancouver made me, I guess it's true...
D D/C#
Sired to the House of Lords
D/B D/A
(these days they call them 'Co-Op Boards'),
G D
and now it's in my royal blood
G D
to vote and vote and vote and vote
G D
on things that never change...
Em A
Gods give and gods give our gifts away...
Interlude
D D/C# D/B D/A G D G D Em A
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D D/C#
Settle down, trembling peacock...
D/B D/A
No, I wasn't sent to rock you...
G D
Oh, I just kind of came...
G D
And then I withdrew and then, well...
Em A
I guess the rest of you already knew...
D D/C#
Sired to the House of Lords
D/B D/A
on the day they declared it bankrupt and
G D G D
now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt,
G D
children at play get hurt,
Em
and wars are won from a foxhole...
Interlude with solo (again)
And! intermittent babababababa's
D D/C# D/B D/A
The inner world of a dove is complex, I'm telling you...
G D
Lovers of the air, beware...
D D/C#
But for us it's real simple...
D/B D/A G D
Look - shot through with arrows,
G D
a chest full of sparrows,
G D
gonna show you the way to my heart...