G#                   Fm
I can only get it up for you
G#                          Fm  A#
It doesn't work for any other girl
C#           C#m            F#
I can only get it up for you

C#

[Verse 1]

C#
Introduce a demonic symbol
C#
A bayonet to the ear, yes that's perfect
Fm          F#      C#
Make me over meta human
Bm             Em           Bm            D            C#
You asymmetrical editors to fantasies of slave uprisings
A#m               B               Fm           A#m     G#m
I'll try to match your enthusiasm for Franco-diversions
F#m          Dm
Franco-diversions

[Verse 2]

C                      Gm                C
I put down my book at a disturbing chapter
C                            Am                 Gm  
It put the feather in my mind but it's not what I'm after
F#m                             F    C      C#
I'm just looking for some mystic inspiration
C#m                          C#
Caution flag, accident ahead

A#

C                            A                     C
The tank in my visionaries blocked out half the sound
C                                       Gm          F         Dm
We are blind to our pillars until they lift our independence
F#                                Fm            C
Caution me if I'm going back to the minor keys
C#m                         F
Still I await your long exposure

[Bridge]

A#                    C                      G
I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream
Am
If you really cared about me
           F                     C
You wouldn't flirt with my parole officer
A#          C              A           D#
No, you wouldn't scratch my Isaac Hayes
Dm           G                 A#   D#
Now my cock is so torn up about it
F                           Gm    D#
Yeah my cock is so torn up about it
C                                   F
And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream
A#
If you really cared about me
Dm                         F
You wouldn't hide my stash, no
A#                             Dm
You wouldn't flush my Billy Gee Williams
 F                Dm           G
And my cock is so torn up about it
A#                           F
Yeah my cock is so torn up about it
Dm                        A#
Now my cock is so torn up about it
F                           Dm
Yeah my cock is so torn up about it
C                                     F
And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream

[Verse 3]

Dm                         F
Sold my favourite kid into slavery
Dm                   G         F
Sold my most beloved child to the street
A
Everybody hated me for it but they don't even count

Am

Dm            C      Am      F#m        
Why should I care how they feel
F#m                          A#
When they're not even cool to me

[Outro]

F#         C#
It's a party
F#
It's a party
F#                                                      
There ain't nobody here but me
A#m                        F#
There ain't nobody here but me
F#
It's a party
C#               F#
Yeah, It's a party
F#
There ain't nobody here but me
F#                                     C#
All my friends are sick at home watching tv
F#
It's a party
C#
Yeah, yeah, it's a party