Tono: D
D
E
We got road, we got time, so we're out of here
D
E
We got rows, we got rows as far as we can see
D
E
In the dust we can see your catastrophe
D
E
Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun
A
G
Sparks fly from their eyes
A
G
Birds fly from their mouths
F
A
Echoing off this procession is a sound
F
A
Never to be found
D
E
With a tip of the hat we would exit here
D
E
Off you go with a pie on your face
D
E
Down the road we can see the electric chair
D
E
Who'll be the first? I don't know, it's a race.
A
G
Sparks fly from their eyes
A
G
Birds fly from their mouths
F
A
Echoing off this procession is a sound
F
A
Never to be found
D
E
With a drop of the fly we should exit here
D
E
Off you go with the crumbs on your face
D
E
One-eyed clown in the road with electric hair
D
E
At his best he's a total disgrace