Under Control

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Dm
There's a churning there's a 
churning there's a churning around
                            A
I can't fall asleep and the drugs 
won't stay down

There's a burning, there's a 
burning, there's a burning I found
                                Dm
It's deep in the pit where the blood
 pumps around


Gm                   Dm
All the children are laughing 
outside
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A                                  
The works never sleeps and there's 
Dm
nowhere to hide
Gm                        Dm
It's under control far as anyone's 
seen
          A
But there ain't enough shit to climb
 out the latrine

There's a witness, there's a 
witness, there's a witness out there
We've got to pretend that the 
money's still here
There's a knocking, there's a 
knocking, there's a knock at the 
door
We'll tell them that uncle don't 
live here no more

All the angels are crying downstairs
The brandy's run out, but their God 
never cares
He'll slap them and tell them the 
evening's been ruined
And his robes reek of failure and 
cheap french perfume

There's a tinkering there's a 
tinkering there's a tinkerer in town
She'll fix everything till the 
money's been found
There's a watchman, there's a 
watchman, and he's guarding the door
With a drink in his hand and a gun 
on the floor

And the monsters broke in through 
the sewers again
And they spend every night making 
ever more friends
They've conquered the bowels of 
Paris and now
They have every intention of taking 
the town

OOOOooooh aaaaaaAAAAAAA part  
(Fairly straightforward, listen to 
song to hear how it goes)
Ladadadadadadampaa ladadadadadadum


There's a bottle, there's a bottle 
in my bed
It helps me to reach for the switch 
in my head
There's a madness, there's a madness
 at bay
That a cold wind will blow down the 
levee some day

A train whistle blows, the 
conductor's been hanged
In a white little house, a red 
telephone rang
And it's under control far as 
anyone's seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb
 out the latrine