G7 A7 G7 A7 E7 "Look into my eyes" he tells her E7 "I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah E7 "Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah E7 All that day she thinks of his love yeah G7 C7 They whip him through the streets and alleys there G7 C7 The gormless and the baying crowd right there E7 They can't get enough of that doomsday song E7 They can't get enough of it all E7 Listen G7 C7 "Listen to the whores" he tells her G7 C7 He fashions paper sculptures of them G7 A7 Then drags them to the rivers bank in the cart G7 A7 Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark G7 A7 And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin Bm7 C#7 Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest E7 Here I am E7 Not quite dying E7 My body left to rot in a hollow tree E7 Its branches throwing shadows E7 On the gallows for me E7 And the next day E7 And the next E7 And another day G7 A7 G7 A7 E7 Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases E7 They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps E7 They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death E7 And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest G7 C7 First they give you everything that you want G7 C7 Then they take back everything that you have G7 A7 They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees G7 A7 They can work with satan while they dress like the saints G7 A7 They know god exists for the devil told them so Bm7 C#7 They scream my name aloud down into the well below E7 Here I am E7 Not quite dying E7 My body left to rot in a hollow tree E7 Its branches throwing shadows E7 On the gallows for me E7 And the next day E7 And the next E7 And another day