Tom: Am
Am Dm
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[Intro]
C
[Verse 1]
C G Bb
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
F
Wounded in the line of duty,
Dm C Gm
parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,
Bb F Cm
urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
Bb Dm
Leave it all and like a man,
Bb Dm
come back to nothing special,
Am* Am*
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
Dm* Am*
silver bullet suicides,
Dm* Am*
and messianic ocean tides,
Dm* Am*
and racial roller-coaster rides
Bb* A*
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.
E E E E
(just the bottom note)
[Chorus]
Bm D
I know you need your sleep now,
A
I know your life's been hard.
Bm D
But many men are falling,
A
where you promised to stand guard.
[Verse 2]
C G Bb
I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
F
But then I overheard your prayer,
Dm
that you be this and nothing more
C Gm Bb
than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing
millionaire,
F Cm Bb Dm
the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair,
E A
working for the Yankee Dollar.
E E E E
[Chorus]
Bm D
I know you need your sleep now,
A
I know your life's been hard.
Bm D
But many men are falling,
A
where you promised to stand guard.
[Verse 3]
C G Bb
Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
F Dm
and be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child.
C Gm Bb
Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come
F Cm
till every taste is on the tongue,
Bb Dm
till love is pierced and love is hung,
Bb Dm
and every kind of freedom done, then
Am* F* Am* F* Am* F*
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...
