C5 A5 Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar C5 A5 Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold G5 F5 A5 C5 I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine A5 C5 G5 And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark F5 But I can start C5 E5 A5 F5 Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise C5 E5 A5 Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of F5 paradise C5 A5 Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk C5 A5 Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk G5 F5 A5 C5 But there's a hole at the rainbow's end, now she works for a magazine, A5 C5 G5 Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf F5 She can't help herself C5 E5 A5 F5 Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise C5 E5 A5 Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of F5 paradise F5 C5 Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh F5 Ooooooooooooooooooooo C5 A5 Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl C5 A5 Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul G5 F5 A5 C5 Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe A5 C5 G5 And his begging bowl is sold, into the church F5 Into the search C5 E5 A5 F5 Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise C5 E5 A5 Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of A5 paradise C5 E5 A5 F5 Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise C5 E5 A5 Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of F5 paradise End.
