Verse
Bm A
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Bm 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 Bm C#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Bm A
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Bm 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]
Em Bm
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
Em Bm G
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Bm G
I said it!
Bm G
I said it!
Bm G Bm
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]
G Bm G Bm
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
G Bm G Bm D
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Bm D
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Bm D
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Bm D
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Bm
One writer is short of his daisies...
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