Verse
Fm D#
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Fm D#
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
C# G#
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
C# G#
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
C# D# C# D#
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
C# D# C# D# Fm Gm
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Fm D#
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Fm D#
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
C# G#
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
C# G#
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
C# D# C# D#
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
C# D# C# D#
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
C# D# C# D#
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
C# D# C# D#
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
Cm A#m G# Gm D# Fm
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[Bridge]
A#m Fm
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
A#m Fm C#
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Fm C#
I said it!
Fm C#
I said it!
Fm C# Fm
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
G# A# G# Gm D# Fm
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A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
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(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
C# Fm C# Fm
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
C# Fm C# Fm G#
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Fm G#
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Fm G#
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Fm G#
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Fm
One writer is short of his daisies...
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A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
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