Intro: Am 

Verse: 
                           Dm    E   Am 
The moon is hanging in the purple sky 
                          Dm    E   bass Dm 
Baby's sleeping while its mother sighs 
E                Am 
Talking 'bout the rich folks 
                  Dm 
Rich folks have the same jokes 
    E                 Am 
And they park in basic places 

Verse:
 
The priest is preaching from a shallow grave 
He counts his money, then he paints you saved 
Talking to the young folks 
Young folks share the same jokes 
But they meet in older places 


[Refrão]

Dm        E             Am  
  So don't tell me about your success 
Dm        E              Am  
  Nor your recipes for my happiness 
Dm        E 
  Smoke in bed 
        Am 
I never could digest 
Dm                   E             Am 
  Those illusions you claim to have going 


Verse:
 
The sun is shining, as it's always done 
Coffin dust is the fate of everyone 
Talking 'bout the rich folks 
The poor create the rich hoax 
And only late breast-fed fools believe it 


[Refrão]

So don't tell me about your success 
Nor your recipes for my happiness 
Smoke in bed 
I never could digest 
Those illusions you claim to have going