F5            C5
Busy at home

      Bb5
I was happy for a while

        C5
But the joke is over

F5              C5
Looking down

       Bb5                 C5
At the carefully laid out infamy

       F5                       C5
Take a scythe, take a scythe,

       Bb5
To the rotting core

   C5
Of man-vegetaton

F5            C5
Now I sigh

       Bb5                         C5
At the cool cool attitude to ignorance


    A5
The look in your eyes
         G5
When you gave this to me
     A5           G5
Just put me on my guard

        F5
In this elegant chaos

C5                   Bb5 C5
I stand to one side


Shouting "ha"
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It's a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It's neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away

[bridge, no real chords - so I made them up]

A5                    E5
It?s not a problem of secrecy

  G5             D5
I take it in my stride

      A5                      E5
Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?

A5           E5
Faces to the glass

           G5           D5
I see them televise my death

        A5
Oh, and here comes the part

        E5
Where I break down and cry.

People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that's not to say
That there's anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We're getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.