Verse
C#m B
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
C#m B
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
A E
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
A E
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
A B A B
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
A B A B C#m D#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
C#m B
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
C#m B
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
A E
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
A E
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
A B A B
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
A B A B
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
A B A B
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
A B A B
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
G#m F#m E D#m B C#m
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B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Bridge]
F#m C#m
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
F#m C#m A
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
C#m A
I said it!
C#m A
I said it!
C#m A C#m
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
E F# E D#m B C#m
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------| x2
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]
A C#m A C#m
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
A C#m A C#m E
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
C#m E
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
C#m E
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
C#m E
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
C#m
One writer is short of his daisies...
E F# E D#m B C#m
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|