Tom: G
Introdução:
Gm
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
D
Someone?s dancing on the box
A former MP and no one?s watching
Eb
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces
D
Home to my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
D
Someone?s dancing on the box
A former MP and no one?s watching
Eb
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces
D
Home to my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Gm
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
D
And someone?s shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
Eb
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I so far so good and home
D
You and me trampoline
And oceans of crash site love
Gm D Eb D
Lunette
C
What can be said of the cigarettes smoked
G
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
Em
If I stopped would the bus ever come
D
Would the dawn ever kiss me forgivingly knowing what?s done
C
Would the drivel make scribble, make sense and then song
G
Would the woodbines denied black another man?s lungs
Em
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
D
The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
C
What can be said of the whiskey and wine
G
Random abandon or ballast for joy
Em
That was scuppered with trust little more than a boy
D
And besides I'm in excellent company
C
I'm reaching the age when decisions are made
G
on the life and the liver and I'm sure, last ditch
Em
that I'll ask for more time, but Mother forgive me
D
I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
C G
And a bundle of smokes in my grave
Em
But there isn?t words yet for the comfort I get
D
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape
C
of the neck that I wake to
G
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
Em
When mischief appears either side of the scar
D
on your nose, made by a rose thorn
C
So you claim, by a rose thorn