D5 A5 G5 This is my forty-fifth depressing tune D5 A5 G5 E5 They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb D5 A5 G5 E5 And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight D5 A5 G5 E5 'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight A5 C5 A proper fight A5 So hey baby C5 A5 Can you shed some light on the problem maybe C5 A5 D5 G5 'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know E5 C5 C5 G5 G5 If we should pack our tents, shut down the show E5 C5 C5 G5 Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign C5 C5 G5 But anything would be fine D5 A5 G5 We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune D5 A5 G5 E5 Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons D5 A5 G5 E5 But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle D5 A5 G5 E5 And the vinyl play all the songs of the pain A5 C5 Songs that explain A5 All our circles and strains C5 A5 So hey baby C5 A5 Can you shed some light on the problem maybe C5 A5 D5 G5 'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know E5 C5 C5 G5 G5 If we should pack our tents, shut down the show E5 C5 C5 G5 Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign C5 C5 G5 But anything would be fine Solo C5 A5 D5 G5 We're all dying and we'd like to know E5 C5 C5 G5 G5 If we should pack our tents, shut down the show E5 C5 C5 G5 Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign C5 C5 G5 But anything would be fine C5 C5 G5 Oh, anything would be fine
