Tono: D
Introducción:
D
(52=A string, second fret etc.)
G D
Although I'm young I got a job to do.
Em F C G
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe.
D
Call it a business trip.
Em F C G Bb G Bb
Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever.
G D
I got my papers and a cyanide pill.
Em F C G
My polaroid's a taser in disguise.
D Em F C G Bb
There's a base-in-the-hills, and the wheat fields look like Kansas in November.
Cm Ab Bb F
Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun.
Ab Bb Cm
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me.
Cm Ab Bb F
One last contact in red square, unless I have to run
Ab Bb Cm G D
and the long arms of the K.G.B. detect me.
G D
Can't trust a soul, secret messenger,
Em F C G
just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
D
and a cool .45.
Em F C G Bb G Bb
The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange.
Cm Ab
I.C.B.M. * Bang! Bang! You're dead!
Bb F
No one left to worry.
Ab Bb Cm
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry.
Cm Ab Bb F
Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run
Ab Bb Cm
and the long arms of the C.I.A. detect me.
G Bb G Bb G Bb G Bb F G
G Bb F G
*Intercontinental Ballistic Missile