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