Cifras
Time For Bedlam

Tono: G

Introducción:

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 Cm 
Descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane
                         Am 
Never to be seen again
 Gm 
Saying farewell to daylight
                                                                                     Am 
From henceforth I shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw
 B                                                                                     F#m 
Right from the ashes of life I learned to behave
 B                                                                                               F#m 
What to believe, what not to say, from cradle to grave
 A                                           G 
Ah, like a good little slave
 B                                                                                       F#m 
Sucking my milk from the venomous tit of the state
           B                                                                                             F#m 
This clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
 A                                   G 
Ah, I surrender to fate

 F#m 
No pity, no pity
                                                                                   E 
Don't want no pity for me in this filthy cell
 F#m 
I'll see you in hell
                       E     F# 
See you in hell

 B                                                                                                 F#m 
Frozen in time, I'm a specimen pinned to my throne
                 B                                                                                         F#m 
With an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone
 A                                   G 
Ah, we were never alone

 F#m 
No pity, no pity
                                                                                   E 
Don't want no pity for me in this filthy cell
 F#m 
I'll see you in hell
 Cm                                                                                             Am 
After centuries of living with nothing but my convictions
 Cm                                                                                         Am 
Broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarcerations
     Cm                                                               Am 
Escaping the clutches of eternal damnation
                       Bm 
I was justified