Piranha Pool

Intro: Em   Em7/D   Em6/C#   Cmaj7   (X2) 


[Verso 1]
 
Em                  Em7/D 
 Leaning over the piranha pool 
        Em6/C#               Cmaj7 
You just wave your magic wand 
Em                 Em7/D 
 Dangling your fingertips 
         Em6/C#                  Cmaj7 
Into the world of the just beyond 
B                B 
 Sitting ever so quietly 
       A                   A 
In your private dining room 
B                    B 
Guiding the waves of destiny 
         A         A 
Into the face of oblivion 
B   B7 

Interlude: Em   Em7/D   Em6/C#   Cmaj7   X2 


[Verso 2]

Em                       Em7/D 
 So you'd rather been an opera star 
       Em6/C#              Cmaj7 
At the turn of the century 
         Em                   Em7/D 
Well you never asked for this miracle trip 
  Em6/C#               Cmaj7 
A genius in the military 
            B                        B 
You're sincerely surprised with your own success 
        A                          A 
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads 
   B                     B 
You never anticipate the final toll 
      A                               A 
Still shining all your medals for the final curtain call 
B    B7 


[Refrão]

G#m                              A 
 You're always talking 'bout the here and after 
       G#m                        A 
But it don't make much sense to me 
          G#m                 A 
Still for all the men that you condemn 
      F#m                        F#m 
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven 
            F#m           |A           
B| 
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you 

Organ Solo 
Em   Em7/D   Em6/C#   Cmaj7   X4 

Guitar Solo 
Em   Em7/D   Em6/C#   Cmaj7   X2 

Piano Solo 
Em   Em7/D   Em6/C#   Cmaj7   X2 


[Verso 3]

Em                  Em7/D 
 Leaning over the piranha pool 
        Em6/C#               Cmaj7 
You just wave your magic wand 
Em                 Em7/D 
 Dangling your fingertips 
         Em6/C#                  Cmaj7 
Into the world of the just beyond 
B                B 
 Sitting ever so quietly 
       A                   A 
In your private dining room 
B                    B 
Guiding the waves of destiny 
         A         A 
Into the face of oblivion 
B   B7 


[Refrão]
 
G#m                              A 
 You're always talking 'bout the here and after 
       G#m                        A 
But it don't make much sense to me 
          G#m                 A 
Still for all the men that you condemn 
      F#m                        F#m 
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven 
            F#m           |
A           B| 
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you 

Outro:
Em   Em7/D   Em6/C#   Cmaj7   X2 
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