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Introdução: Dm7 Bb Am7
Dm7
Lookin' back at the years gone by
Bb Am7
When The Message changed my life
Dm7
Heavy metal, the nest was dead
Bb Am7
Well, and the rappers gave delight
Dm7
But I don't know who
Bb Am7 Dm7
Was looking out for anyone like me and you
Dm7
Day to day was the way we play
Bb Am7
Well, everybody needs to eat
Dm7
Girl is gone and the front door too
Bb Am7
Well, I guess we move our feet
Dm7
And I don't know why
Bb Am7 Dm7
The color of your eyes was stolеn from the sky
Bb Am7
And earthquakes nеver need to lie
Dm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Dm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Dm7 Gm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Dm7
Everyone and their best friend knew
Bb Am7
That the west was overdue
Dm7
Growing out of the fertile dirt
Bb Am7
Well, and the cracks kept fallin' through
Dm7 Bb
But I don't know what I'm looking for
Am7 Dm7
I only know the deepest cut
Bb Am7
It's coming from my gut
Dm7
Parking lot of the old Starwood
Bb Am7
Where the Misfits like to go
Dm7
Billy Zom and his the silver string
Bb Am7
Well, it just might be John Doe
Dm7
Well, I don't know where
Bb Am7
I'm gonna sleep tonight
Dm7
Please tell me, can you spare
Bb Am7
A pillow for my head and hair?
Dm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Dm7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Am7
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dm7 Gm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Dm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you
Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Dm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Dm7 Gm7 Am7
Aquatic mouth dance is waiting for you now
Dm7
Pucker up for the hologram
Bb Am7
I better find out who I am
Dm7
Let it out with a downtown scream
Bb Am7
Because we need more space to jam
Dm7 Bb
But I don't know how to turn it down
Am7 Dm7
I end up being so damn loud
Bb Am7
Ah, bend your brow, ah, bend it now
Dm7
Prototopical Sunday nights
Bb Am7
Smog flowers, they don't bite
Dm7
Dirty skies never worked so hard
Bb Am7
Better step to the Angels Flight
Dm7
And I don't know if
Bb Am7 Dm7
The embers of my burning flame are from this spliff
Bb Am7
The greatest gift, the greatest gift
Dm7
Peppered up at the Cathay bash
C7M
And with a forty-five to split
Dm7
Spilling beer is a good fountain
Am7
Just like the milk from a mother's tits
Dm7
But I don't know slow
C7M Dm7
Someone has to come and teach me self-control
Am7
Or should I just say "Fuck it" and we go?