Unholy Ghosts

B F# C#m E

[Verse 1]
B                   F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who 
loved me
         E
By a man who got even with God
       B                   F#     
Sat in hyperactive London, School 
        E
Central Station
    C#m                           B
The city began sleeping like a dog
Then a trampled one-eye placed his 
F#
hand on my thigh
        C#m                    
I said "Hold it, pick a window, 
        E
you're leavin'.
                         B       
"Oh, but forgive me," he said, "I 
                   F#
was a-found in my pride."
C#                                
He must have thought I was 
      E
somebody else

[Chorus 1]
B                             F# 
Here's to the fathers and the 
                 C#m         B
lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It's the ones that seem destined to 
            F#             C#m    
get left behind that trust me the 
    E
most
         B
I am the prodigal son
            F#                   
Resting his head on the drum that 
     C#                          
was carried through the welcoming 
  E
parade
                     B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
         C#m                       
Strip me bare, have me washed in 
  E
the rains



[Verse 2
B                                  
On a street you've never heard of, 
F#
there's a wooden pian
       E              D#          
On its last legs in a last chance 
E
saloon
                            F#
It is manned by a drunkard, who is 
dripping with poetry
                   C#m          
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the 
 B
stool
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                               F#
The man catches my gaze and produces
 this page
         C#m                     
From his waistcoat with a slipped 
      E
disk smile
           B                 
"Look here boy, my last known 
      F#
correspondence with Christ.
             C#m                   
I would have read it, but my 
     E
glasses were filthy."



[Chorus 2]
B                                  
Here's to the fathers and the lost 
F#                  C#m    B
sons and the unholy ghosts
It's the ones that seem destined to 
F#                         C#m   
get left behind that trust me the
     E
 most
         B
I am the prodigal son
            F#                   
Resting his head on the drum that 
     C#m                         
was carried through the welcoming 
    E
parade
      B
And I give all I have
       F#
I will give all I hav
         C#m                       
Strip me bare, have me washed in 
  B
the rai
E
Oh, aye

[Verse 3]
E
Past the government housing
F#m
Right off Donallson Road
     E
Open collars, open house
B                           
They swap anorexic lyrics for 
  F#
pyrotechnic rhymes
   C#m                       
As car lights knife their way 
 B
through the dark
B
And this feeling persists
      F#                        
We as people exist in a state of 
       E
anticipation
                           B
You know it comes at a cost
F#
Or so the great unwashed have 
informed me
C#m                        E
And I tend to believe them these 
days

[Chorus 3]
       B                      F#  
Here's to the fathers and the lost
                C#m
 sons and the unholy ghosts
B                                 
It's the ones that seem destined 
  F#                         C#m  
to get left behind that trust me 
      B
the most
B
I am the prodigal son
            F#                   
Resting his head on the drum that 
     C#                          
was carried through the welcoming 
    E   B
parade
B
And I give all I have
       F#
I will give all I have
       C#m
I will give all I have
       B
I will give all I have
B
Yeah, I wanna give all I have
B
I will give all I have
F#     C#m
I will give all I have
       B
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
       F#
I will give all I have
         C#                        
Strip me bare, have me washed by 
  E
the rains
E
There's something freeing about it 
anyway

[Otro]

B F# C#m E

      B                            
I was gifted a book by somebody who
 F#
 loved me
             C#m
By a man who got even with God