Tom: B
Introdução:
Dm Em F
the curtains are made for moving,
Am Bb Dm
'cause you know, sometimes you're not always there.
Bb Dm
you don't need it now,
Bb Dm
your head's shaped like a cow,
Eb Bb Eb Bb
'till all is here, the world's just a sphere,
Eb Bb A A7
no bigger than the balls you suck.
DmEm F
hey you with your head down,
Am Bb Dm
don't you know that can't be where it's always at?
Bb Dm
you've all been always there,
Bb Dm
your head's shaped like a pear.
Eb Bb
you search through the lights,
Eb Bb A A7
of life that you slice till it's just right.
Am G F Em Dm C
you're so often seen along the west side wheel of the mills that you steal to get around the curtain of the
E
slobs.
Am G F Em Dm C
it's always made you feel the best. You always need less and less of the casual forces that lead you away from
E
the nest.
Am G F
i know your face. It's all out of place.
Am G F
i know your face. It's all out of place.