Malarone

[Intro] Gm  Cm  G#  D#  G
        Gm  Cm  G#  D#  G

Gm           Cm               G#
He's a protozoan, he's just a 
          D#   G
filthy protozoan
Gm           Cm               G#
He's a protozoan, he's just a 
          D#   G
filthy protozoan

    D#
The roads are dry and dusty
              Cm
The roads are dry and dusty
          D#                    Cm
And we're taking in the scenery
D#
Waving to the people in the fields
Cm
  This is life to me
              D#
As far as the eye can see
            Cm
And you are dead, you are dead, you 
are dead to me

      Gm                     Cm   
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines,
                   G#
 and you were the anomaly
     D#       G
A conceited disease
     Gm                 Cm
Time spent in foreign lands is a 
cure
    G#                       D#   
It seems, and it triggered a 
       G
change in me

D#                              
  This is an unfamiliar strain,    I
Cm
 have no immunity
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D#                         Cm
Ravenous and unrelenting, pathogenic
 and parasitic
         D#
This is unclean and it has to be 
treated
Cm                                
Parasite in the bloodstream: this 
    D#
is unclean, this is unclean
         Cm
And he's feeding, he's been feeding 
on everything

      Gm                     Cm   
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines,
                   G#
 and you were the anomaly
     D#       G
A conceited disease
     Gm                 Cm
Time spent in foreign lands is a 
cure
    G#                       D#   
It seems, and it triggered a 
       G
change in me

( Cm )

Cm     G#                     D#
He's a protozoan, he's just a 
           Gm
filthy protozoan
Cm       G#     Cm              
Parasite in the bloodstream, 
      G      D#        D#
this is unclean,  this is unclean

      Gm                     Cm   
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines,
                   G#
 and you were the anomaly
     D#       G
A conceited disease
     Gm                 Cm
Time spent in foreign lands is a 
cure
    G#                       D#   
It seems, and it triggered a 
       G
change in me

    D#
The roads were dry and dusty
               Cm
The roads were dry and dusty
        D#                    Cm
We were taking in the scenery
D#
Waving to the people in the fields
Cm
  This is life to me
              D#
As far as the eye can see
             Cm
And you were dead, you were dead, 
you were dead to me

      Gm                     Cm   
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines,
                   G#
 and you were the anomaly
     D#       G
A conceited disease
     Gm                 Cm
Time spent in foreign lands is a 
cure
    G#                       D#   
It seems, and it triggered a 
       G
change in me

Gm           Cm               G#
...               He's just a 
          D#   G
filthy protozoan
Gm           Cm               G#
...               He's just a 
          D#   G
filthy protozoan

[Final] Cm