Intro: A

        A          E                A    A4 A
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken
D                          A    A4 A
His ships, they're all on fire
Bm
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
   A                                    A4 A
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire
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She spies him through the glasses
          C#m      D              A    A4 A
From the pawnshops of her wicked father
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She hails him with a microphone
                C#m              D           A       A4 A
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her
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She tempts him with a clarinet
F#m               E
She waves a Nazi dagger
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She finds him lying in a heap
             E       A    A4 A
She wants to be his woman
D
He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep
            A                                     A4 A
But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open."
Bm
He stands where it is steep
       A                                          A4 A
Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one
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His hand upon his leather belt now
                  C#m       D            A    A4 A
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
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And she will learn to touch herself so well
            C#m        D       A    A4 A
As all the sails burn down like paper
Bm                   A    A4 A
And he has lit the chain
F#m                 E
Of his famous cigarillo
A                             E                  A    A4 A
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon
                  E              A    A4 A
At least not the one that we're after
Bm
It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
         A
And it carries no survivors
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But let's leave these lovers wondering
      C#m        D       A    A4 A
Why they cannot have each other
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And let's sing another song, boys
              C#m   D       A    A4 A
This one has grown old and bitter
         Bm
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
A
La, la, la, la, la, la,...
Bm
La, la, la...
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La...
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