Tom: A
Introdução:
A F#m
Stumble on to the pavement they're strapped tight to bed
Bm
They've got a fetish for sheep, straitjacket sheets
E E/G#A
But I've got Randy Newman in my head
F#m
This is no corn-fed day, it's gloomy, blue, and cold
F#m/A Bm
So let the muggings occur, I feel secure
E
They say that I'm peculiar
D F#m E
And oh I don't know, I don't care
E D
I'll be waiting for you there
F#m E
Crave this chill, bathe in black
D
All the ghouls and fiends attack
F#m E D
Knees go weak, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon
F#m E
Praise the night, oh, praise the night
E A
The only time I feel alright
Verse
A F#m
Under the sun gods stare, I wince and blossom hives
Bm
Counting the fractions of day, rotting away
E A
As businessmen just drink away their lives
F#m
But when the stars once shy, come bloom and blanket earth
Bm
I feel beloved and blessed, quite Byron-esque
E
I need to just get off my chest that, oh
D F#m E
And oh I don't know, I don't care
E D
I'll be waiting for you there
F#m E
Crave this chill, bathe in black
D
All the ghouls and fiends attack
F#m E D
Eyes erupt, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon
F#m E
Praise the night, oh, praise the night
E A
The only time I feel alright
Solo
A F#m BmE
Ooh...
D F#m E
And oh I don't know, I don't care
E D
I'll be waiting for you there
F#m E
Crave this chill, bathe in black
D
All the ghouls and fiends attack
F#m E D
Head combusts, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon
F#m E
Praise the night, oh, praise the night
E A
The only time I feel alright