Cifras
Pierrot Lunaire

Tono: B

Introducción:

                                                Bm                                                         F#m  
The string to his head, the boss makes it nod
                                                Bm                                                            F#m  
The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food
                                                Bm                                                 F#m  
The string to his soul, it leads up to god
                             Bm                                                         F#m  
But who controls the string to his cock?
                                          Bm                                                                    F#m  
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                                  Bm                                                      F#m  
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                             Bm                                                         F#m  
If he would ever notice if he would even care
                                Bm  
I'm just so bored...
VERSE
                                Bm                                              F#m  
Football on Sunday drinks after work
                          Bm                         F#m  
Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk
                                          Bm                                                      F#m  
And what really matters and who really cares
                                  Bm                                      F#m  
My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire
                                          Bm                                                                    F#m  
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                                  Bm                                                      F#m  
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                             Bm                                                         F#m  
If he would ever notice if he could even care
                  Bm    C#7                                    F#m  
I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
VERSE
                                Bm                                                                 F#m  
Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care
                                     Bm                                                    F#m  
All flesh and blood, not string and air
                                             Bm                                                    F#m  
They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime
                                                     Bm                                                            F#m  
They take off their clothes and make love to them
                                                     Bm                                                              F#m  
One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him
                                     Bm                                                         F#m  
I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings
                                  Bm                                                            F#m  
I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close
                          Bm                                              F#m  
My wooden cheek to his wooden nose
                                          Bm                                                                    F#m  
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                                  Bm                                                      F#m  
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                          Bm                                                      F#m  
As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care
                          Bm    C#7                                 F#m  
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire.
VERSE
                             Bm                                            F#m  
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
                                  Bm                                                      F#m  
A glittering panda that needs to be fed
                                Bm                                                      F#m  
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
                                     Bm                                              F#m  
These foolish things remind me of you
                                                        Bm                                                                      F#m  
And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move
                                             Bm                                                                 F#m  
They must know I miss you, please come back soon
                                                     Bm                                                                      F#m  
In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair
                  Bm    C#7                      F#m  
I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire.
BRIDGE
Bm  F#m  B  F#m  Bm  F#m  Bm  F#m  
                                                        Bm                                                                      F#m  
Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care
                                                        Bm                                                                      F#m  
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                                        Bm                                                                      F#m  
If you would ever notice if you could even care
                  Bm    C#7                                 F#m  
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire