Cifras
Pierrot Lunaire

Tom: B

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                                     Bm                                           F#m 
The string to his head, the boss makes it nod
                                     Bm                                             F#m 
The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food
                                     Bm                                     F#m 
The string to his soul, it leads up to god
                       Bm                                           F#m 
But who controls the string to his cock?
                                 Bm                                                   F#m 
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                       Bm                                         F#m 
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                   Bm                                           F#m 
If he would ever notice if he would even care
                         Bm 
I'm just so bored...
VERSE
                         Bm                                   F#m 
Football on Sunday drinks after work
                     Bm                   F#m 
Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk
                                 Bm                                         F#m 
And what really matters and who really cares
                           Bm                             F#m 
My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire
                                 Bm                                                   F#m 
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                       Bm                                         F#m 
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                   Bm                                           F#m 
If he would ever notice if he could even care
               Bm   C#7                           F#m 
I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
VERSE
                         Bm                                                 F#m 
Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care
                             Bm                                       F#m 
All flesh and blood, not string and air
                                   Bm                                       F#m 
They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime
                                         Bm                                             F#m 
They take off their clothes and make love to them
                                         Bm                                               F#m 
One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him
                             Bm                                           F#m 
I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings
                           Bm                                             F#m 
I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close
                     Bm                                   F#m 
My wooden cheek to his wooden nose
                                 Bm                                                   F#m 
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                       Bm                                         F#m 
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                 Bm                                         F#m 
As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care
                     Bm   C#7                         F#m 
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire.
VERSE
                       Bm                                 F#m 
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
                           Bm                                         F#m 
A glittering panda that needs to be fed
                         Bm                                         F#m 
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
                             Bm                                   F#m 
These foolish things remind me of you
                                           Bm                                                     F#m 
And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move
                                   Bm                                                 F#m 
They must know I miss you, please come back soon
                                         Bm                                                     F#m 
In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair
               Bm   C#7                 F#m 
I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire.
BRIDGE

                                           Bm                                                     F#m 
Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care
                                           Bm                                                     F#m 
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                           Bm                                                     F#m 
If you would ever notice if you could even care
               Bm   C#7                         F#m 
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire