[Intro] Ab  Db  Ab  Db 
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Meet the son of a Government man
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And a pillar of salt
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I was born with blood on my hands and
      Gb                 Db
Have all signs of a bleeding heart
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Living high on a giant hog
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And a mountain so steep
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Keep your head in a hollow log as
      Gb             Db
The ruling fog are about to creep

Ebm           Ab
What have we done?
Db               Ab           Gb
How'd we get so far from the sun?
Ebm                Bbm
Lost, lost in an oscillating phase
         Db            Ab          Gb
Where a tiny few catch all of the rays
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Out beyond the western squalls
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In an alien land
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They work for nothing at all
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They don't know the mall or the lay-away plan
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Dig yourself a beautiful grave
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Everything you could want
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Maybe those invisible slaves are
     Gb                   Db
Too far away for the ghost to

Ebm                Ab
Haunt, what will we charge
      Db              Ab       Gb
For letting go of a claim so large?
Ebm             Bbm
Oh, all of our working days are done
       Db                 Ab          Gb
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
      Db          Ab            Gb
Get used to their dust in your lungs

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         Ebm     Bbm
Is there no way down
           Db             Ab
From this peak to solid ground
   Ebm              Bbm
Without having our gold teeth
                  Ab     Gb
Pulled from our mouth?

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Ab    Db
Make me a drink
Ab       Db
Strong enough
Ab        Db                  Gb
To wash away the dishwater world
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They said was lemonade
Ab    Db
Walk with me
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After the show
Ab      Db          Gb
Maybe we can find a way
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Through the minefield in the
Ebm              Ab
Snow, what will they charge
      Db              Ab       Gb
For letting go of a claim so large?
Ebm             Bbm
Oh, all of our working days are done
       Db                 Ab          Gb
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
  Db              Ab            Gb
Apologies to the sick and the young
      Gb          Ab            Db
Get used to their dust in your lungs