Roger Waters - 4.41 AM (Sexual Revolution)
Added to UG By Mikhailo ([email protected])
[Em] Hey...girl
Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the s[C]exual [D] revol[Em]ution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
Tom[C]orrow lets make...our n[D]ew resol[Em]ution
Yeah, but ton[C]ight lie st[D]ill
While I pl[G]under y[D]our sweet gr[Em]ave
And rem[C]ember
[D]Only the poor can be s[Em]aved
Hey girl
As I've always said I prefer your lips red
Not what the good Lord made
But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't point the finger at me
I am only a rat in a maze like you
And only the dead go free
So...please hold my hand
As we blunder through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain
(Thunder)
[C]Don't point
Don't point your f[D]inger at [Em]me
[G] I a[G/F#]woke in a f[Em]ever
The b[G]edclothes were[G/F#] all soaked in sw[Em]eat
She s[G]aid "You've been [G/F#]having a n[Em]ightmare
[G] And it's [G/F#]not over [Em]yet"
Then she p[C]icked up the doggy in the w[G]indow
(The [G]one with the [G/F#]waggly t[Em]ail)
And she p[C]ut him to bed [D] between two bits of[Em] bread
Added to UG By Mikhailo ([email protected])
[Em] Hey...girl
Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the s[C]exual [D] revol[Em]ution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
Tom[C]orrow lets make...our n[D]ew resol[Em]ution
Yeah, but ton[C]ight lie st[D]ill
While I pl[G]under y[D]our sweet gr[Em]ave
And rem[C]ember
[D]Only the poor can be s[Em]aved
Hey girl
As I've always said I prefer your lips red
Not what the good Lord made
But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't point the finger at me
I am only a rat in a maze like you
And only the dead go free
So...please hold my hand
As we blunder through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain
(Thunder)
[C]Don't point
Don't point your f[D]inger at [Em]me
[G] I a[G/F#]woke in a f[Em]ever
The b[G]edclothes were[G/F#] all soaked in sw[Em]eat
She s[G]aid "You've been [G/F#]having a n[Em]ightmare
[G] And it's [G/F#]not over [Em]yet"
Then she p[C]icked up the doggy in the w[G]indow
(The [G]one with the [G/F#]waggly t[Em]ail)
And she p[C]ut him to bed [D] between two bits of[Em] bread
