This is the title track from The Final Cut album, their last with Waters. I noticed the
chords on the internet technically had the right chords, but didn't know that this song
played with a capo on the 3rd fret. This simplifies it quite a bit I think.  If you 
hit the high notes with your voice, you can play it like this, minus the capo.


Capo 3

D                                            A
Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
      G                                         D
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
    D                                     A
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
    G                                                 D
I'm spiraling down, to the hole in the ground where I hide

G                    D
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive,
G                                     D
and beat the dogs, and cheat the cold electronic eyes,
G          A                Bm
and if you make it past the shotguns in the hall,
Em7
Dial the combination... open the priesthole
                    A
And if I'm in, I'll tell (BOOM!)

F#m                                 D
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
F#m                         A
Making love to girls in magazines
   G                                    Bm
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith...
Em7
Could anybody love him?
                A     D
Or is it just a crazy dream?

A     G      D

    D                    A
And if I show you my dark side
                    G  D
Will you still hold me tonight?
    D            A
And if I open my heart to you,
            G
Show you my weak side...
               D
What would you do?

G                                    D
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
G                                D
Would you take the children away, and leave me alone?
    G             A             Bm
And smile in reassurance as you whisper down the phone,
Em7
Would you send me packing?
   A                    D
...Or would you take me home?


F#m D F#m A G Bm Em7
D

F#m                            D
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
F#m                               A
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
  G
I held the blade in trembling hands,
 Bm
Prepared to make it but...
Em7
Just then the phone rang.
                                        E
I never had the nerve to make The Final Cut