D                          A                          G 
This is my forty-fifth depressing tune 
D                           A                                                      G     Em 
They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb 
D                           A                                                     G     Em 
And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight 
D                           A                                          G     Em 
'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight 
   A              C  
A proper fight 
               A               
So hey baby 
   C                                                               A 
Can you shed some light on the problem maybe 
C                               A              D               G 
'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know 
        Em                 C        Cm                         G        G 
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show 
                        Em                 C        Cm                   G 
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign 
 C        Cm                   G 
But anything would be fine 
 
 
D                          A                          G 
We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune 
D                           A                                                      G     Em 
Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons 
D                           A                                                     G     Em 
But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle 
D                           A                                          G     Em 
And the vinyl play all the songs of the pain 
     
     A              C 
Songs that explain 
                                A               
All our circles and strains 
 
  C        A 
So hey baby 
 
C                                                               A 
Can you shed some light on the problem maybe 
C                               A              D               G 
'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know 
         Em                 C        Cm                         G        G 
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show 
                     Em                 C        Cm                   G 
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign 
C        Cm                   G 
But anything would be fine 
 
Solo  
C                               A              D               G 
We're all dying and we'd like to know 
 
Em                 C        Cm                         G        G 
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show 
                     Em                 C        Cm                   G 
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign 
C        Cm                   G 
But anything would be fine 
C        Cm                   G 
Oh, anything would be fine