Verse 
Gm 
I see the passionate who killed themselves with drink 
Gm 
Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think 
Gm 
They must have felt like there just nothing was to do 
Eb     F         Gm                         Eb                F                Gm       D D D D 
Oh why hast thou murdered those who see the most in search of a true thrill or clue 

Break 
Gm Gm Gm Gm 
Gm Gm Gm Gm 

Verse 
Gm 
There's something wrong here where the best ones want to go 
Gm 
Parker, Lautreamont, Monroe they held it just to throw 
Gm 
The world away who were its grace before they left 
Eb        F         Gm                  Eb                  F            Gm      D D D D 
To choose to have a point of view oblivious that leaves the rest of us bereft 


[Refrão]

Gm      F                          Eb                          D 
There I see the piercing eyes that look through all until they see their back 
Gm                           F                      Eb         D 
There where any thought will think about itself and that's the only fact 
Gm              F                     Eb                 D        Gm 
There a man has left just death, delerium, and drugs, or feel the lack 

Break 
Gm Gm Gm Gm 
Gm Gm Gm Gm 

Verse 
Gm 
The air is cool today the time is drawing near 
Gm 
My walls are white and so's my brain afloat in self-made fear 
Gm 
A banal feeling of the sort "I ain't insane" 
Eb      F          Gm                          Eb               F              Gm      D D D D 
No fate worse than to never leave yourself and it's as well the most repulsive pain 

Instrumental 
Gm F Eb D 
Eb Cm D D7 
Gm F Gm D 

Break 
Gm Gm Gm Gm 
Gm Gm Gm Gm 

Verse 
Gm 
The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs 
Gm 
My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bib 
Gm 
I call out "Baby" but her face looks like a clock 
Eb         F      Gm                       Eb              F                Gm        D D D D 
Tick tock, alive, triumphant victims so surprised we can't recover from the shock 


[Refrão]

Gm    F                      Eb               D 
Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else but some are rough 
Gm            F                               Eb               D 
Yeah when the joke's on you though you're the joker too you've had enough 
Gm                   F                             Eb                 D         Gm 
Then though there is no one there, because there's nothing there, you call your bluff