Tom: C
Introdução: A2 D9 A2 D9
A2
Spy, spy, pretty girl
D9 A2
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
D9 A2 D9
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
F C
It must strain you to look down so far from your Father's house
D C G Am Am7
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
E D C G
I'm the Cream of the Great Utopia Dream
E D C F C
And you're the gleam in the depths of your banker's spleen
F C
I'm a phallus in pigtails
F C
And there's blood on my nose
F C
And my tissue is rotting
F C
Where the rats chew my bones
F Bb F
And my eye sockets empty
Bb F
See nothing but pain
C F C
I keep having this brainstorm
F C
About twelve times a day
G A Bb C
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
F Fm C F C
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
F C
I got eyes in my backside
F C
That see electric tomatoes
F C
On credit card rye bread
F C
There are children in washrooms
F Bb F
Holding hands with a queen
Bb F
And my heads full of murders
C F C F C
Where only killers scream
G A Bb C
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
F Fm C F C F C
And I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
F C
Now you run from your window
F C
To the porcelain bowl
F C
And you're sick from your ears
F C
To the red parquet floor
F Bb F
And the Braque on the wall
Bb F
Slides down your front
C F C
And eats through your belly
F C
It's very catching
G A Bb C
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your Father quite amazed
F Fm C F C
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed