Numanoid Hang Glide

A                                 
Please don’t tell me what you 
          D         E
think while I tell you about
    A                            
The copse that I retreat to where 
     D                E
I’m hemmed in by the Larch
      A                            
Where nobody can bother me and the 
D            E
voices in my head
A                                 
Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for 
  D      E
a while.
F              Bbm              
I was best man dead in our road 
Dm                A
four years on the run
F                Bbm                
Dm           G            A  D E 
(x2)
Always chose the same demise – 
dehydration, on a long jog.


      A                            
Where once you wiped away my tears 
    D                 E
and cleaned my grazed knee
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    A                            
You hang-glide with the Numanoids 
     D               E
and snub my rare disease
    A                              
The one in which I get these silly 
D             E
visions in my mind
    A                              
And have to write them all down for
     D      E
 the nurse.
F          Bbm         Dm       
Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing 
      A
by the pool
F              Bbm         
Eating all the Caramacs, howay 
Dm           G
cemetery gates.


(instr) A  D E (x4) F Bbm Dm A    F 
Bbm Dm G


C         Am      Dm             
I said to Jesus, “How much do you 
 G
love me?”
C        Am                Dm   
He said “This much” and he 
                      G
stretched out his arms and died
    C              A        Dm   
And I thought to myself: is that 
          G
a stock reply?
   C           A                
Or are there exceptions for the 
Dm         G
likes of D O
     C     Am  Dm  G         C  
Speedwagon,             
   Am  Dm  G
Speedwagon.

Dm        G         Dm        G
La, la la la, la la la, la la la
Dm        G         Dm        G
La, la la la, la la la, la la 
            C
la, la la la la.