KATZENJAMMER - Mother Superior
Intro
[E7]
[Am]
(verse)
In the cl[Am]ockwork, in the clockwork,
[Am7]Time is never at [Dm]ease
A fr[E]antic sensation is hammering
Nails in your sp[Am]ine
M[C]ultiple fractions and
M[A]uscle contractions will t[Dm]ear
Your mind into shr[Am]eds, cutting your thr[B]eads
Do you regret you were b[E]orn?
(Chorus)
T[Am]ake my hands into yours,
Dance my senses aw[Dm]ay
Take my h[G]ands into y[C]ours,
Bef[Am]ore m[C]other sup[E]erior[Am]9;s home
Monsieur, monsieur you look like
The saint in my dreams
Igniting the flame and carving
My name next to yours
This urban decline is
Leaving it's sign round my neck
Pulling the noose, tells me I'll lose
There's nothing to save
(chorus)
I'm sober, I'm sober, but I wish I was not
A gentle diversion or
A touch of divine I could use
The curtains are closed,
But I still feel exposed to the world
Wishing away somewhere astray
Are you still listening?
(chorus)
Intro
[E7]
[Am]
(verse)
In the cl[Am]ockwork, in the clockwork,
[Am7]Time is never at [Dm]ease
A fr[E]antic sensation is hammering
Nails in your sp[Am]ine
M[C]ultiple fractions and
M[A]uscle contractions will t[Dm]ear
Your mind into shr[Am]eds, cutting your thr[B]eads
Do you regret you were b[E]orn?
(Chorus)
T[Am]ake my hands into yours,
Dance my senses aw[Dm]ay
Take my h[G]ands into y[C]ours,
Bef[Am]ore m[C]other sup[E]erior[Am]9;s home
Monsieur, monsieur you look like
The saint in my dreams
Igniting the flame and carving
My name next to yours
This urban decline is
Leaving it's sign round my neck
Pulling the noose, tells me I'll lose
There's nothing to save
(chorus)
I'm sober, I'm sober, but I wish I was not
A gentle diversion or
A touch of divine I could use
The curtains are closed,
But I still feel exposed to the world
Wishing away somewhere astray
Are you still listening?
(chorus)
