Text size:
And so the stDory goes they wore the clothes
They said theD things to make it seem impEmrobable A
The whale of a Dlie like they hope it wDas Em A7
And the GDoodmen of Tomorrow
Had Dtheir feet in the wallow
And theiEmr heads of Brawn, were nicer shorn
And hAow they bought their positions with saccDharin and trust. D
The worldEm was asleep to our latenAt fuss. D D
EmSighing the swirl through the streets
Like the Acrust of the sun
BmThe Bewlay Brothers
in our WiAngs that Bark
Flashing tGeeth of Brass
Standing tFall in the dark
A11A
Hanging out with your DwGarf Men
We were soG/F turned Emon
By your lack of CoCnclusions
DDEmA7
I was Stone aDnd he was Wax
So he could sDcream and still relax, Emunbelievable A
And we frightened the small Dchildren away Em A
And our tDalk was old and dust would flow
ThruD our veins and Lo! it was midnight
Back o' Emthe kitchen door
Like Athe grim face on the CatDhedral floor D
And the sEmolid book we wrote
CAannot be found today D
And it was sEmtalking time for the MAoonboys
BmThe Bewlay Brothers
With our Abacks on the arch
In the DevGil-may-be-here
But He canF't sing above that
Oh, We were GAone
Real Cool TradeGrs
We were soG/F Turned EmOn
You thought we werCe Fakers
DDEmA7
Now the dressD is hung, the ticket pawned
the Factor MaDx that proved the fact Emis melted dAown,
And woven onD the edging of my piDllow Em A
Now my BrDother lays upon the Rocks
He cDould be dead. He could be not,
He couldEm be You.
He's ACamelian, comedian Corinthian and CaricaDture D
"ShootingEm-up Pie-in-the-ASky" The Bewlay BrothDers D
In the feEmeble and the BAad
BmThe Bewlay Brothers
In the BlAessed and Cold
In the CruGtch-hungry dark
Was where Fwe flayed our Mark
Oh, We were GAone
Kings of OblivioGn
We were soG/F Turned EmOn
In the Mind-Warp PCavilion
BmLay me Place and Cbake me Pie
I'm Fstarving for me BmGravy
BmLeave my shoes, and Cdoor unlocked
I mFight just slip aBmway
Just for the DFay, Hey!
Please come ABmway, Hey!
(Repeat Last 2 Lines Into Fade)
📱 Compartilhe esta música
💚 Compartilhe com amigos músicos