2 acessos
E|-------------| B|-------------| G|-------------| D|-------------| A|--7-8-9-8-7--| E|-------------| [Intro] Am Am Dm Some say April is the cruelest, Dm Am Am Dm And though I can be quite morose Dm Am E Am Dm B E The stiff who penned it on a fool's list of those who are chronically verbose A B7 Dm Am (Mute) E|-------------| B|-------------| G|-------------| D|-------------| A|--7-8-9-8-7--| E|-------------| [Verse] A When your head starts craning back B7 And your breath comes short and fast Dm The music of the spheres start to bounce and sing Am (Mute) That's when you know you're swinging A When your eyes roll back into your head B7 And the sap of the trees on your fingers have bled Dm Swooning to the charms of Mephisto's waltz Am (Mute) That's when you know you've got some schmaltz [Instrumental] A B7 Dm Am (Mute) [Verse] (Aggressively) Dm When you've got the evil eye and unconsciously growl Am Your hands start shaking and you crouch and prowl Bm7 These terryifing symptoms are a sure-fire sign Am N.C. That you're pimpin baby and your feeling fine A When you make love to whomever you please B7 And a bullet to the head feels like a soft warm breeze Dm7 Red suit green suit they're all there scheming Am N.C. Bm7 That's when you know you're dreaming [Outro] Bm7 Dm7 Yes you're dreaming, you are dreaming F#7 B E I hope you are dreaming