Nights Song

A                           F#m
Stumble on to the pavement; they're 
strapped tight to bed
              Bm
They've got a fetish for sheep, 
straitjacket sheets
    E                        E/G# A
But I've got Randy Newman in my head
This is no corn-fed day, it's 
F#m
gloomy, blue, and cold
     F#m/A Bm
So let the muggings occur, I feel 
secure
     E
They say that I'm peculiar

[Chorus]
    D          F#m           E
And oh I don't know, I don't care
        E               D
I'll be waiting for you there
           F#m             E
Crave this chill, bathe in black
                                D
All the ghouls and fiends attack
         F#m         E    
Knees go weak, and I swoon, 
                        D
underneath the pallid moon
           F#m                  
Praise the night, oh, praise the 
 E
night
         E             A
The only time I feel alright

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[Verse]
A                           F#m
Under the sun gods stare, I wince 
and blossom hives
             Bm
Counting the fractions of day, 
rotting away
   E                               
As businessmen just drink away 
  A
their lives
But when the stars once shy, come 
F#m
bloom and blanket earth
         Bm
I feel beloved and blessed, quite 
Byron-esque
  E
I need to just get off my chest 
that, oh

[Chorus]
    D          F#m           E
And oh I don't know, I don't care
        E               D
I'll be waiting for you there
           F#m             E
Crave this chill, bathe in black
                                D
All the ghouls and fiends attack
      F#m         E               
Eyes erupt, and I swoon, 
             D
underneath the pallid moon
           F#m                  
Praise the night, oh, praise the 
 E
night
         E             A
The only time I feel alright

[Solo]
A F#m Bm E
A F#m Bm E
Ooh...

[Chorus]
    D          F#m           E
And oh I don't know, I don't care
        E               D
I'll be waiting for you there
           F#m             E
Crave this chill, bathe in black
                                D
All the ghouls and fiends attack
        F#m          E    
Head combusts, and I swoon, 
                        D
underneath the pallid moon
           F#m                  
Praise the night, oh, praise the 
 E
night
         E             A
The only time I feel alright