9 acessos
Intro 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 /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 /Gb Db Fm/C All in all, my thoughts are fewer - Bbm Fm maybe death will be my cure