Tom: Fm
Fm Cm
Slow death to the nightingale
G7
His voice would always fail
Db
In tenement towers
C7 C7
And on the rails
Ab Bbdim7
And all of these praising words
Db Ddim7 C7 C7
They all seem so absurd, so absurd
Fm Cm
Your poverty you declare
G7
The paint blisters on your stairs
Db C7
The dampness in your bones is always there
Ab Bbdim7
And all of these praising words
Db Ddim7 C7 C7
Well, they all seem so absurd, so absurd
Fm Cm
Ever thought that you would be
Ddim7
This washed up and lonely
Db C7
This washed up and lonely
Fm
This lonely
