Tom: A
Introdução:
A- A4- A- A4
The smallest part of me is an echoing cavern
G A
Waiting to be filled with the light of your lantern
D2 A- A4- A- A4
Kerosene careens from your grip onto the floor
G A
And you're looking to the place you think I might have torn
D2 A- A4- A- A4
My bag it holds a camera sniffing salts and rakes
G A
A brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tape
A- A4- A- A4
To play back for you later on inauguration day
G A
And you will teach me slowly how to pronounce your name
G
Sweet, sweet Magdalene
A Bm A
Build your time machine
G
I'm sturdy like the sewer line
G A
But I'm one dead Nazarene
G
Come invade my prison
A Bm A
Come up to my cell
G
Oh, what the hell
Asus
A
And I'll make love to you
G A
The whole night through
D2 A- A4- A- A4
You warned you would find bleeding, A crease in my long back
G
This is long before you knew me
A Asus
A- A4- A- A4
You need it like a train track needs its pins and spikes
G A
And the town below the damn falls needs its gutter and it's dice
G
Sweet sweet Magdalene
A Bm A
Build your time machine
G
I'm sturdy like the sewer line
G A
But I'm one dead Nazarene
G
Come invade my prison
A Bm A
Come up to my cell
G
Oh, what the hell
Asus
A
And I'll make love to you
G A
The whole night through
G A Bm
The whole night through
G A Bm
The whole night through
G A
The whole night through