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Intro
<u>F</u> <u>G</u> <u>E</u> <u>Am</u>
<u>F</u> <u>E</u>
Verse
Through the rain and all the clatter
Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
And as it closed in for the capture
I funnelled the fear through my ancient eyes
To see in flight what I know are
The bitter mechanics of life
Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined"
A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls
I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
And it's from these ordinary people
You are longing to be free
My hotel and on the TV
A preacher on the stage like a buzzard cries
Our a warning of phony sorrow. He's trying to get a rise.
The cyanide of an almond
Let him look at your hands get the angles right
Ace of spades Port of Morrow life is death is life.
I saw a photograph; Cologne in ?27
And then a postcard after the bombs in ?45
Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
But now I recognise dear listeners
That you were there and so was I
Instrumental:
<u>Dm</u> <u>C</u> <u>A</u>
(2x)
Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
A fact of life I must impress on my little girls
I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant
And there are flowers in the garbage
And a skull under your curls
Instrumental:
<u>Dm</u> <u>C</u> <u>A</u>
(Repeat instrumental break until fade)
(moins de barrés)