Tono: D
Introducción:
D E
We got road, we got time, so we're out of here
D E
We got rows, we got rows as far as we can see
D E
In the dust we can see your catastrophe
D E
Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun
A G
Sparks fly from their eyes
A G
Birds fly from their mouths
F A
Echoing off this procession is a sound
F A
Never to be found
D E
With a tip of the hat we would exit here
D E
Off you go with a pie on your face
D E
Down the road we can see the electric chair
D E
Who'll be the first? I don't know, it's a race.
A G
Sparks fly from their eyes
A G
Birds fly from their mouths
F A
Echoing off this procession is a sound
F A
Never to be found
D E
With a drop of the fly we should exit here
D E
Off you go with the crumbs on your face
D E
One-eyed clown in the road with electric hair
D E
At his best he's a total disgrace