Cifras
Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

Tono: C

Introducción: A2    D9    A2    D9    

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A2  
Spy, spy, pretty girl
                                                                                                D9    A2  
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
                                                                                                                                                     D9    A2    D9  
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
F                                                                                                                              C  
It must strain you to look down so far from your Father's house
                D                            C                         G                      Am                                            Am7  
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
E                                                    D              C            G  
I'm the Cream of the Great Utopia Dream
          E                                                            D                                    C                                    F  C  
And you're the gleam in the depths of your banker's spleen
C    F  C  
C    F  C  
                                                                  F  C  
I'm a phallus in pigtails
                                                                          F  C  
And there's blood on my nose
                                                                F  C  
And my tissue is rotting
                                                                          F  C  
Where the rats chew my bones
                  F                                         Bb  F  
And my eye sockets empty
                                                     Bb  F  
See nothing but pain
                  C                                                      F  C  
I keep having this brainstorm
                                                                F  C  
About twelve times a day
                     G                                                 A                                      Bb                                    C  
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
                  F                              Fm                                         C         F  C  
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
C    F  C  
                                                                  F  C  
I got eyes in my backside
                                                                     F  C  
That see electric tomatoes
                                                                F  C  
On credit card rye bread
                                                                                  F  C  
There are children in washrooms
                     F                                            Bb  F  
Holding hands with a queen
                                                                          Bb  F  
And my heads full of murders
                     C                                         F  C    F  C  
Where only killers scream
                  G                                                 A                                      Bb                                 C  
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
                     F                                    Fm                                         C         F  C    F  C  
And I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
         F        C  
                  F        C  
                  G    C  
                                                                          F  C  
Now you run from your window
                                                        F  C  
To the porcelain bowl
                                                                                F  C  
And you're sick from your ears
                                                                F  C  
To the red parquet floor
                     F                                            Bb  F  
And the Braque on the wall
                                                          Bb  F  
Slides down your front
          C                                                         F  C  
And eats through your belly
                                                F  C  
It's very catching
                     G                                                    A                                                         Bb                              C  
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your Father quite amazed
                          F                                                    Fm                                      C         F  C  
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed