Tom: Fm
Bbm F+ Db Gb Db ://:
Ab Ab7 Db Db Fm/C
Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin
Bbm Fm Eb7
You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin
Ab Ab7 Db Db Fm/C
I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall
Bbm Fm Eb
I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall
Db Ab Bbm Ab Db Eb Bb C C/E
Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide
Eb Bb/D Cm Bb Db Ab/C Bb
I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride
Ab Eb/G Fm Eb
Ab Ab7 Db Fm/C
Now and then my life seems truer,
Bbm Fm Db Eb Eb7
now and then my thoughts seem pure
Ab Ab/Gb Db Fm/C
All in all, my thoughts are fewer -
Bbm Fm
maybe death will be my cure
