Intro: G A7 C/G G G A7 C/G G Verse 1: G D His body is the Gelson's C/G G Her soul, the fallen star G D At midnight twice a week she comes, she leaves D C/G G And no one’s hassled her so far G D C/G G The courters have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks G D Reformed past, all recognition C/G G Resplendent in donor class panache Am D7 It's a scheme to enrich assholes G C/G What the godhead had in mind Am D7 When he hid here such revelations D7 D7 As only singers could describe
Chorus: C/G D7 Mahashmashana, all is silent G C/G And in thе next universal dawn Am D7 Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance D7 G Do the corpse dance with these arms G A7 C/G G G A7 C/G G Verse 2: G D The one about the country’s boyfriend C/G G That he never ever would live down G D Must not have made it to the angels D C/G G Who passed the holy Roman noses 'round G D His pale bullets found your bloodline C/G G In a midnight blue cayenne G D She is patient, the act of creation C/G G May one day produce a happy man Am D7 G C/G Shaken like a pawl fly obscene as a lick Am D7 D7 D7 Love's the birthright of young people and she ain't leaving without his Chorus: C/G D7 Mahashmashana, all is silent now G C/G And in thе next universal dawn Am D7 Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance D7 G Do the corpse dance with these arms G A7 C/G G G A7 C/G G Verse 3: G D He spoke into a hot mic C/G G He sang like a bird G D He hadn't had a single drink yet D C/G G There's no mistaking what you heard G D A perfect lie can live forever C/G G The truth don't fare as well G D It isn’t perched on lips mid-laughter C/G G It ain’t the kind of thing you tell Am D7 G C/G Like there's no baby in the king cake like there’s no figure on the cross Am D7 D7 D7 They have gone the way of all flesh and what was found is lost Outro: C/G D7 Yes, it is. Yes, it is G C/G Yes, it is. Yes, it is Am D7 Yes, it is. Yes, it is G C/G Yes, it is. Yes, it is Am D7 G C/G (Repeat into the void.)
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