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