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