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[Intro]

Bm G F# Em F#

[Verse 1]
Bm
Boris, meet your maker!
Bm
Ahh, I'll tell you later
G                          F#
It seems this scene has us careening down an elevator
Bm
Must have been dreaming to think we’d make a clean escape
  G                                 F#
I doubt that one machine here could make it past a regulator

[Verse 2]
Bm
Swear we never had this many levels
Bm
Where's the excavator?
 G                           F#
What's so scary ’bout a library and a record player?
Em
Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated
F#
This is kinda tasteful
F#
Alice, tell me, who's your decorator?

[Verse 3]
Bm
I never make a lady wait
Bm
I guess you'd say that I'm a player
  G                              G
Angel wants a date and I would really hate to aggravate her
Bm
Boris, don't you worry
Bm
I would never let her separate us
G                     F#
Hold it, where'd you go? Damn!
F#
Guess I'd better go and save him

[Verse 4]
Bm
Alice thinks that hackin’ up my pal is gonna medicate her
G                             F#
Fallacy! The treatment this gal would need is an eraser
 Em
Rap against an animator?
Em
Alice, get back on your paper
  F#
Rhyming on the multiplane
F#
My lyrics work on several layers


[Chorus]
Bm
If you thought that demons were your problem, right now
G                          F#
Well, the Angel’s on the stage so, pipe down
Bm
If there are secrets that you want to find out
G                F#
Hop on the Ink Machine and ride those pipes down
Bm
So, you're on the path of the starving artist
G
But at the heart, well, the art is heartless
Em
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
F#
Start and depart for the art of darkness


[Verse 5]
Bm
Out of the deep dark depths below
       G                       F#
Three ne’er-do-wells will avenge their souls
        Bm
With a spanner and a wrench and a thirst to quench
       G                     F#
Heigh-ho! It's off to work we go!

[Verse 6]
 Bm
Heave-ho! Fisher's coming crawling out the seafoam
G                                      F#
Givin' you the willies as I’m stepping off my steamboat
    Em
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
            F#
I've some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below!

[Verse 7]
  Bm
Should have headed for the breadline
                           G
Never ever meddled with a pencil lead and bred lines
F#                          Bm
Monkey with a wrench might thunk you in the head
Bm
Henry, can you see the headlines?
F#
"Animator dead by an enemy he designed!"

[Verse 8]
Bm
There once was an angel who swallowed a spider
  G                              F#
It wriggled inside her and out came the Striker
 Em
Who'd have thought your silly little villain for the children
           F#
Would be killing for your heroine?

So, let her win or die first!

[Chorus]
Bm
If you thought that demons were your problem, right now
G                          F#
Well, the Angel’s on the stage so, pipe down
Bm
If there are secrets that you want to find out
G                          F#
Hop on the Ink Machine and ride those pipes down
Bm
So, you're on the path of the starving artist
G                            F#
But at the heart, well, the art is heartless
Em
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
F#
Start and depart for the art of darkness

[Verse 9]
Bm
Well, there's no need to be scared now
G                       F#
It's all the fun of the fairground
Bm                                  G          F#
And I would say I'm on fair grounds to take a little revenge now

[Verse 10]
        Bm
Everybody's heard of Bertrum Piedmont
            G                        F#
Because my work retains a certain frisson
     Em
A hurtling free-fall, disturbing demons
                F#
Are out of season, so, must you keep on?

[Verse 11]
Bm
Are you caught in a spin?
              G                            F#                      Bm
Well it's a shame that your organs and limbs will be lost in the ink
                                              F#
Well, it's awfully grim, did you want to be him?

Walt's a better man than you've ever been!

[Verse 12]
           Bm
It's a downward spiral, time you felt a
         G                        F#
Little hell-up in the helter-skelter
      A#         Em
No help or shelter, board the ride
                             F#
Don't you know you've gotta be this tall to die?

[Verse 13]
Bm
So, sing along to the bouncing ball
G                         F#
Wave your flags and renounce these halls
       Bm
You may have been sacked from this pantomime
       G         F#
But a pal of mine wants you recalled

[Verse 14]
   Bm
So, march along to the count of four
      G                                    F#
Astound at the scoundrel crowd you've drawn
           Em
Left stranded and damned to this mangled form
        F#
To abandon us here was an act of war

[Verse 15]
         Bm
It's laughable to think you'll bring back the norm
        G              F#5
We've ink but no malpractice forms

[Verse 16]
    Bm
But Henry, you never gave a crap before!
        G             F#
'Til we trapped you down 'neath the factory floor

[Verse 17]
Bm
Clap along to the rapturous score
 G                    F#
Three rounds down and back for more
    Em
To find the keys in Chapter Four
F#
Remind me, where've you heard that before?


[Chorus]
Bm
If you thought that demons were your problem, right now
G                          F#
Well, the Angel’s on the stage so, pipe down
Bm
If there are secrets that you want to find out
G                          F#
Hop on the Ink Machine and ride those pipes down
Bm
So, you're on the path of the starving artist
G                            F#
But at the heart, well, the art is heartless
Em
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
F#
Start and depart for the art of darkness

[Verse 18]
   Bm
I dropped in from the top and now, I've got to block the
     G                      F#
Monsters popping off Nosferatu's rostrum
       Bm
Preposterous! That after all this my Oscars will be posthumous
    G                        F#
I lived for my work but I'd die to stop them

[Verse 19]
Bm
Stationery should be stationary, shouldn't talk back
G                               F#
I need a shrink, I'm on the brink, the ink has fought back
  Em
Thought that the apocalypse was supposed to live on horseback
   F#
Screw that! Deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach

[Outro]
 N.C.
That's all folks! Keep dreaming!