Intro: Am
The st[Am]ories of the str[C]eet are mine, the Sp[Em7]anish voices l[Bm]augh
[Am]The Cadillacs go cr[C]eeping now through the n[Em7]ight and the poison [Bm]gas
And [Am]I lean from my w[F]indow sill in this [G]old hot[F#]el I ch[B]ose
Yes [E]one hand on my s[A]uicide, [E]one hand on the r[D]ose[A][Am]
I [Am]know you've heard it's o[C]ver now and w[Em7]ar must surely [Bm]come
The c[Am]ities they are [C]broke in half and the [Em]middle men are [Bm]gone
But [Am]let me ask you [F]one more time, o [G]children [F#]of the [B]dusk
All these [E]hunters who are [A]shrieking now oh d[E]o they speak for [D]us?[A][Am]
And wh[Am]ere do all these h[C]ighways go, now that [Em7]we are [Bm]free?
Why [Am]are the armies [C]marching still that were [Em7]coming home to [Bm]me?
O l[Am]ady with your le[F]gs so fine, o [G]stranger a[F#]t your [B]wheel
You are l[E]ocked into your [A]suffering and your p[E]leasures are the [D]seal[A][Am]
The [Am]age of lust is [C]giving birth, and [Em7]both the parents [Bm]ask
The [Am]nurse to tell them [C]fairy tales on [Em7]both sides of the g[Bm]lass
And [Am]now the infant w[F]ith his cord is [G]hauled in [F#]like a [B]kite
And [E]one eye filled with b[A]lueprints, o[E]ne eye filled with [D]night[A][Am]
O [Am]come with me my [C]little one, [Em7]we will find that [Bm]farm
And [Am]grow us grass and a[C]pples there and [Em7]keep all the animals [Bm]warm
And [Am]if by chance I [F]wake at night and I [G]ask you [F#]who I [B]am
O [E]take me to the s[A]laughterhouse, I will [E]wait there with the l[D]amb[A][Am]
With [Am]one hand on the [C]hexagram and [Em7]one hand on the [Bm]girl
I [Am]balance on a [C]wishing well that [Em7]all men call the [Bm]world
We [Am]are so small bet[F]ween the stars, so [G]large a[F#]gainst the [B]sky
And [E]lost among the s[A]ubway crowds I t[E]ry to catch your [D]eye[A][Am]
The st[Am]ories of the str[C]eet are mine, the Sp[Em7]anish voices l[Bm]augh
[Am]The Cadillacs go cr[C]eeping now through the n[Em7]ight and the poison [Bm]gas
And [Am]I lean from my w[F]indow sill in this [G]old hot[F#]el I ch[B]ose
Yes [E]one hand on my s[A]uicide, [E]one hand on the r[D]ose[A][Am]
I [Am]know you've heard it's o[C]ver now and w[Em7]ar must surely [Bm]come
The c[Am]ities they are [C]broke in half and the [Em]middle men are [Bm]gone
But [Am]let me ask you [F]one more time, o [G]children [F#]of the [B]dusk
All these [E]hunters who are [A]shrieking now oh d[E]o they speak for [D]us?[A][Am]
And wh[Am]ere do all these h[C]ighways go, now that [Em7]we are [Bm]free?
Why [Am]are the armies [C]marching still that were [Em7]coming home to [Bm]me?
O l[Am]ady with your le[F]gs so fine, o [G]stranger a[F#]t your [B]wheel
You are l[E]ocked into your [A]suffering and your p[E]leasures are the [D]seal[A][Am]
The [Am]age of lust is [C]giving birth, and [Em7]both the parents [Bm]ask
The [Am]nurse to tell them [C]fairy tales on [Em7]both sides of the g[Bm]lass
And [Am]now the infant w[F]ith his cord is [G]hauled in [F#]like a [B]kite
And [E]one eye filled with b[A]lueprints, o[E]ne eye filled with [D]night[A][Am]
O [Am]come with me my [C]little one, [Em7]we will find that [Bm]farm
And [Am]grow us grass and a[C]pples there and [Em7]keep all the animals [Bm]warm
And [Am]if by chance I [F]wake at night and I [G]ask you [F#]who I [B]am
O [E]take me to the s[A]laughterhouse, I will [E]wait there with the l[D]amb[A][Am]
With [Am]one hand on the [C]hexagram and [Em7]one hand on the [Bm]girl
I [Am]balance on a [C]wishing well that [Em7]all men call the [Bm]world
We [Am]are so small bet[F]ween the stars, so [G]large a[F#]gainst the [B]sky
And [E]lost among the s[A]ubway crowds I t[E]ry to catch your [D]eye[A][Am]
