Tom: F#m
INTRO: F#m
#1.
F#m
We live in plastic rooms and plastic
D
houses and plastic towns.
E A
And even the sky is a plastic ceiling
C#7
painted blue.
F#m
The streets with plastic trees are so
D
unreal, they bring you down.
E C#7
And it sounds so plastic when people say..
how do you do?
CHORUS:
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
Dm A C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
Dm C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.
#2.
F#m D
We dress in plastic clothes, we go in droves..
but where can we go?
E A C#7 F#m
Living in the sky is not living high..we leave
F#m D
the land behind..its broken sky..I wonder why?
E C#7
Oh, some day we will turn to plastic and surely
we will die.
CHORUS:
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
Dm A C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
Dm C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.
CHORUS:
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
Dm A C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
Dm C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.
OUTRO:
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
Dm A C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
Dm C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.
