Tom: G
Introdução:
Gand A
G
arriving in boats, black hooded coats
G
tormentors climbed into my room
G
i crawled under my bed, covered my head
G
but they're flushin' me out with a broom
G
the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
G
for my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
A
time after time, she'd be readin' my mind
A
but she never got the feelin' to last
G
celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
G
this is the critical mass
so far so good, I heard the other say
G(verse
now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
paints surrealist scenes on the wall(fill)