Intro
 
F G E F 
F G E Am 
F G E F 
F E  
F G 

Verse 

Dm              A 
Through the rain and all the clatter 
F           C        G 
Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly 
Dm            F              C                 A 
Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life 

Dm               A 
And as it closed in for the capture 
F     C          G 
I funnelled the fear through my ancient eyes 

Dm              F 
To see in flight, what I know are 
     C                    A 
The bitter mechanics of life 


F         G                    E             F 
Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined"  
F           G             E                   Am 
A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls 
F           G                E                 F 
I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals 
F                      E 
And it's from these ordinary people 
            F            G 
You are longing to be free 

Dm         A 
My hotel and on the TV 
F    C           G 
A preacher on the stage like a buzzard cries 
Dm             F                      C               A 
Our a warning of phony sorrow. He's trying to get a rise. 

Dm          A 
The cyanide of an almond 
F        C             G 
Let him look at your hands, get the angles right 
Dm               F              C                  A 
Ace of spades, Port of Morrow, life is death is life. 


F           G          E          F 
I saw a photograph; Cologne in ?27 
F           G                E        Am 
And then a postcard after the bombs in ?45 
F                 G             E                   F 
Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen 
F            E            
But now I recognise, dear listeners, 
               F               G 
That you were there and so was I 

Instrumental:
 
Dm F 
Dm C A 
Dm F C A 

(2x) 

F         G               E             F 
Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined  
F           G             E                   Am 
A fact of life I must impress on my little girls 
F           G                E                 F 
I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant 
F                E 
And there are flowers in the garbage 
         F               G 
And a skull under your curls 


Instrumental:
 
Dm F 
Dm C A 
Dm F C A 

(Repeat instrumental break until fade)