D                          A                          G
This is my forty-fifth depressing tune
D                           A                                                      G     Em
They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb
D                           A                                                     G     Em
And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight
D                           A                                          G     Em
'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight
   A              C 
A proper fight
               A              
So hey baby
   C                                                               A
Can you shed some light on the problem maybe
C                               A              D               G
'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know
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If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
                        Em                 C        Cm                   G
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
 C        Cm                   G
But anything would be fine


D                          A                          G
We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune
D                           A                                                      G     Em
Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons
D                           A                                                     G     Em
But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle
D                           A                                          G     Em
And the vinyl play all the songs of the pain
    

     A              C
Songs that explain
                                A              
All our circles and strains


  C        A
So hey baby


C                                                               A
Can you shed some light on the problem maybe
C                               A              D               G
'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know
         Em                 C        Cm                         G        G
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
                     Em                 C        Cm                   G
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
C        Cm                   G
But anything would be fine

Solo 
C                               A              D               G
We're all dying and we'd like to know


Em                 C        Cm                         G        G
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
                     Em                 C        Cm                   G
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
C        Cm                   G
But anything would be fine
C        Cm                   G
Oh, anything would be fine