C
G
A
E
F
C
C
G
A
E
F
C
C
G
A
E
F
C
Laz y f lies all hovering above
C
G
A
E
F
C
The magi str ate he puts on his gloves
F
G
And he looks to the clouds
F
C
All pink and disheveled
B7
C
There must be some blueprint
G
F#
Some creed of the devil
F
C
Inscribed in our minds
Am
D
A hideous game
F
Am
Vanishes in thin air
Am
D
The vanity of slaves
F
Am
Who wants to be there
E
F
To sweep the debris
F
C
To harness dead horses
D
G
To ride in the sun
F
C
A life of confessions
E
F
G#
Written in the dust
C
G
A
E
Out in the mangroves
F
C
The mynah birds cry
C
G
A
E
In the shadows of sulphur
F
C
The trawlers drift by
F
G
They’re chewing dried meat
F
C
In a house of disrepute
B7
C
The dust of opiates
G
F#
And syphilis patients
F
C
On brochure vacations
Am
D
Fear has a glare
F
Am
That traps you like searchlights
Am
D
The puritans stare
F
Am
Their souls are fluoresecent
E
F
The skin of a robot
F
C
Vibrates with pleasure
D
G
Matrons and gigolos
F
C
Carouse in the parlor
E
F
Their hand-grenade eyes
G#
Invalid and blind
C
G
A
E
F
C
Am
D
A hideous game
F
Am
Vanishes in thin air
Am
D
The vanity of slaves
F
Am
Who wants to be there
E
F
To sweep the debris
F
C
To harness dead horses
D
G
To ride in the sun
F
C
A life of confessions
E
F
G#
Written in the dust
C
G
A
E
F
C
C
G
E
A
B7
F
F#
Am
G#
D
