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Little Palaces
yarlas@psych.ucla.edu

Introduction:    Em  D  G   (3 1 4)
                 C   D  G   (3 1 4)
                 C   D  G   (3 1 4)
                 D   G  D  Em  (2 1 1 strum)

Em      D    G            C               D  G              C      D            G
In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brown, and the silver paper of the wrapper.
          Em         D  G           C           D G
There's a dapper little man, and he wears a wax mustache
        C              D     G             C             D     G
That he twists with nicotine fingers as he drops his cigarette ash.
    D                                   G
And someone comes and sweeps it up, and then he doffs his cap
              D                                     G
And there's a rat in someone's bedroom, and they're shutting someone's trap.
            Em              D
And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces.


        Em               D   G                 C         D   G
And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present
        C          D G                 C       D      G
And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent.
            D                                G
And they're moving problem families from the South up to the North,
D                              G
Mother's crying over some soft soap opera divorce,
        C                             F               D
And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of course,
            Em              D
And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces.


          Em          D G                     C            D   G
It's like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,
       C           D      G              C            D   G 
Like a picture of  Prince William in the arms of John the Pope.
          Em            D G             C       D     G
There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,
=A0     C           D  G            C            D G
The sedated homes of England, are theirs to vandalize.


       D                           G    
So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,
        D                             G
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.
         Em                 D
And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.



Instrumental:  Em D G  (3 1 4)
               C  D  G   (3 1 4)
               C  D  G   (3 1 4)
               D  G  D  (4 2 2)
               Em D G  (3 1 4)
               C  D  G   (3 1 4
               C  D  G   (3 1 4)
               D  G  D  Em   (2 1 1 strum)

           Em         D    G              C        D         G
You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble,
             C              D     G             C              D   G
You made the girls all turn their heads, and in turn they made you miserable.
   Em          D G              C          D   G 
To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible.
       D                           G
So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,
        D                             G
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.
         Em                 D
And they feel like knocking down
          C                  G
yeah they feel like knocking down,
        Em                 D
Oh they feel like knocking down the little palaces.


Repeat instrumental twice