Gm
F
         Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Eb
         Live in the light of certain South 
               D                                  Cm
         Cruel bindings, the servants have the power 
                                      C#*
         Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
D
         Gm                                                  F
         I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. Tower 
Eb
                D
         I want roses in my garden bower; dig? 
         Cm                                             C#*
         Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
D                                          Gm
         These mutants, blood meal for the plant that's plowed 

Gm         D         Cm*         D         Gm         Eb&Cm

F                                             Bb
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
                          Eb
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
                              Ab
Comes death in a strange hour    unannounced, unplanned for
Bb                                                         Ebmaj7&Dm
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
N&C
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens' claws

Dm                                         Cm
         No more money, no more fancy dress

         This other kingdom seems by far the best
         Bb
         Until its other jaw reveals incest
             Ab
         And loose obedience to a vegetable law
Gm
         I will not go
         D                                             Gm
         Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family