Fin

C#m                        E
Open call for prison architects
C#m                        E
Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P
Bm                                 
Stack the walls such that I cannot 
A
breathe
C#m                 B            
Man is breedin' forever, because 
       A
of the weather
                              E
I hope soon to leave from the east

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[Chorus]
A                    F#
No more absolutes, no more absolutes
E                       D    
Stick your penitentiary clothes 
                           A
inside the vent and run along, Leigh

E

[Verse 2]
C#m                        E
Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized
C#m                          
They're good enough for Conrad 
                   E
Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
Bm                             
I trust you will tell me if I am 
           A
making a fool of myself
C#m                   B          
Man is breedin' forever, breedin'
     A
 forever, they come out and blister 
the
E
Sea, oh yeah