C G A E Fmaj7 C
C G A E Fmaj7 C

[Verse 1]
C G  A     E    F        C
lazy flies all hovering above
       G   A    E    F          C
the magistrate, he puts on his gloves
        D7            G        F            C
and he looks to the clouds all pink and disheveled
       B7             C             G            F# 
there must be some blueprints, some creed of the devil
    F             C
inscribed in our minds

[Chorus 1]
  Am       D   F           Am  
a hideous game vanishes in thin air
              D      F            Am  
the vanity of slaves who wants to be there?
    E           F                    C
to sweep the debris to harness dead-horses
   D           G     F          C
to ride in the sun a life of confessions
E               F    G#  
written in the dust

[Verse 2]
C     G     A     E      F            C
out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
               G   A    E     F              C
in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
        D7            G         F            C
they're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute
B7          C           G        F#
the dust of opiates and syphilis patients
   F           C 
on brochure vacations

[Chorus2]
Am         D          F              Am 
fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
             D           F             Am 
the puritans stare their souls are fluoresecent
    E         F                   C
the skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure
D           G         F            C
matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor
      E            F                G#  
their hand-grenade eyes invalid and blind 

[Interlude]
(Play verse chords)

[Chorus 3]
  Am       D   F           Am  
a hideous game vanishes in thin air
              D      F            Am  
the vanity of slaves who wants to be there?
    E           F                    C
to sweep the debris to harness dead-horses
   D           G     F          C
to ride in the sun a life of confessions
E               F    G#  
written in the dust