Chords
Dirge

Key: B

Introduction:

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 Dm                                             Gm     Dm                                                         Gm 
I hate myself for lovin' you   And the weakness that I showed ...
 Dm                           Gm                                           Dm                             Am 
You were just a painted face   On a trip down Suicide Road.
 Bb                                         Dm                                             Gm 
The stage was set, the lights went out   All around the old hotel
 Bb                                             Eb                         Bb             Cm               Gm 
I hate myself for lovin' you   And I'm glad the curtain fell.
 Dm                                   Gm                           Dm                                       Gm 
I hate that foolish game we played   And the need that was expressed
 Dm                                         Gm                     Dm                                 Am 
And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
 Bb                                   Dm                           Gm 
I went out on Lower Broadway   And I felt that place within
           Bb                                 Eb                               Bb         Cm               Gm 
That hollow place where martyrs weep   And angels play with sin
 Dm                                   Gm             Dm                           Gm 
Heard your songs of freedom   And man forever stripped
 Dm                         Gm                             Dm                       Am 
Acting out his folly   While his back is being whipped
 Bb                           Dm                   Gm 
Like a slave in orbit   He's beaten 'til he's tame
 Bb                                 Eb                           Bb         Cm         Gm 
All for a moment's glory   And it's dirty, rotten shame
 Dm                                                   Gm                   Dm                         Gm 
There are those who worship loneliness   I'm not one of them
 Dm                         Gm                   Dm                                   Am 
In this age of fiberglass   I'm searching for a gem
 Bb                                                 Dm                     Gm 
The crystal ball up on the wall   Hasn't shown me nothing yet
 Bb                                         Eb                             Bb               Cm         Gm 
I've paid the price of solitude   But at least I'm out of debt
 Dm                         Gm                       Dm                             Gm 
Can't recall a useful thing   You ever did for me
 Dm                                   Gm                         Dm                             Am 
'Cept pat me on the back one time   When I was on my knees
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We stared into each other's eyes   'Til one of us would break
 Bb               Eb                           Bb                 Cm             Gm 
No use to apologize   What diff'rence would it make
 Dm                                         Gm                       Dm                   Gm 
So sing your praise of progress   And of the Doom Machine
 Dm                                 Gm                   Dm                                 Am 
The naked truth is still tabu   Whenever it can be seen
 Bb                       Dm                                 Gm 
Lady Luck who shines on me   Will tell you where I'm at
 Bb                               Eb                               Bb                 Cm     Gm 
I hate myself for lovin' you   But I should get over that