F C Busy at home Bb I was happy for a while C But the joke is over F C Looking down Bb C At the carefully laid out infamy F C Take a scythe, take a scythe, Bb To the rotting core C Of man-vegetaton F C Now I sigh Bb C 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 F In this elegant chaos C Bb C 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] Am E It?s not a problem of secrecy G D I take it in my stride A E Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this? Am E Faces to the glass G D I see them televise my death A Oh, and here comes the part E 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.