Standard tuning. Capo 3rd fret Intro (still haven?t figured it out completely Variations on C5 D5 few times F5 E5 C5 D5 C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 I was born in the Summer of Sam -- C5 D5 G5 Smaller and sooner than planned -- C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 In the spitting image of a man C5 D5 G5 Raised by wolves on the fat of the land. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Clear of romance, beauty, and damned C5 D5 G5 Tomorrow will come if she can. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Just want a woman who can walk on a wire C5 D5 G5 With a trembling glass in her hand. D5 C5 G5 Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls, D5 C5 D5 Down the valley deeper still it goes; C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Got my weapons out, I'm laying low C5 D5 G5 On this end of the telescope. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Alone, you ramble the whole of the world C5 D5 G5 Through black-water jungles for bliss. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 It's feast or famine, you eat what you kill C5 D5 G5 There's no need to bring God into this. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 My heart is heavy and pressed to the bone, C5 D5 G5 Some people too heavy to hold. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Salutations, take me as I am -- C5 D5 G5 You can have me, or leave me alone. D5 C5 G5 Sun-kissed lemons in the graveyard below D5 C5 D5 Here in death you see new adventures grow. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 I see you at last but mostly ghost, C5 D5 G5 On this end of the telescope. solo C5 with embellishments ( D5 ) G5 bridge E5 G5 This will not be easy A5 Word's out the doctor is not coming in E5 G5 (embellishments) This genie is too angry to go back D5 (without seventh) Into the bottle again. then another solo which I don't have the talents to tab C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Closer than ever, and covered in birds C5 D5 G5 A bone-colored moon fills the west. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Now, throats will be slashed, and flags will unfurl C5 D5 G5 As time will divide us in gangs. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Now, years of progress digging the sand C5 D5 G5 Companions we made didn't last. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 Now, lousy lovers do well with their hands C5 D5 G5 But I'll reach you like nobody can. D5 C5 G5 Now, slow and easy, you let your paddle go D5 C5 D5 Down a the bottom there is more hell to row. C5 D5 G5 D5 C5 I see clear at last: I love, I loathe, C5 D5 G5 On this end of the telescope.
