intro G Em C Am
G Em C Am
Dead in the water It's not a paid vacation
G Em C Am
The sons and daughters Of city officials attend demonstrations
G Em
It's hardly sink or swim
C Am
When all is well if the tickets sell
Break G Em C Am
Out with the whimper
It's not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple
As people endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word
but all is lost if it's never heard
Chorus
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C
But I've got someone to make reports
D
And tell me how my money's spent
C
To book my stays and draw my blinds
D
So I can't tell what's really there
D
And all I need's a great big congratulations
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I'll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems,
I'd rather dissolve
Than have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast
But I tied my boots to a broken mast
The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn
Steinways and Baldwins
you start with a simple stock
of all the waste and salt to taste
But damn my luck and damn these friends
That keep on combing back their smiles
I save my grace with half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up
