Tono: G
Introducción: G D A Em G D F#7 G
G D A Em
If memory serves us, then who owns the master
G D F#7 G
How do we know who's projecting this reel
G D A Em
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster
G D F#7 G
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel
Em F#7 Bm
Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know
Em F#7 G
Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow
Bm A
Come on tell us something we don't know
G D A Em
Now who's the best boy and the casting director
G D F#7 G
And the editor splicing your face from the scene
G D A Em
It's all in the hands of a lazy projector
G D F#7 G
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
G D F#7 G
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
D
They say all good things must come to an end
G
Everyday the night must fall
D G
How it all came to this, I simply can't recall
D
Too many cooks in the kitchen
G
How the mighty must fall
D G
But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
D G
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
D G
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
E A7
Breaking up at all
G D A Em
And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector
G D F#7 G
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine