Verse
D#m C#
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
D#m C#
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
B F#
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
B F#
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
B C# B C#
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
B C# B C# D#m Fm
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
D#m C#
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
D#m C#
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
B F#
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
B F#
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
B C# B C#
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
B C# B C#
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
B C# B C#
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
B C# B C#
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
A#m G#m F# Fm C# D#m
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D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
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[Bridge]
G#m D#m
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
G#m D#m B
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
D#m B
I said it!
D#m B
I said it!
D#m B D#m
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
F# G# F# Fm C# D#m
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B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
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A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
B D#m B D#m
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
B D#m B D#m F#
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
D#m F#
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
D#m F#
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
D#m F#
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
D#m
One writer is short of his daisies...
F# G# F# Fm C# D#m
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B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
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