Bright Eyes - Cartoon blues

I l^Emisten to a lecture of nonsense till dawn By a pl^Bmagiary poet with dark glasses on He said &^Amquot;how did you ever dream up that song' The o^Bmne where the b^Baby dies^Em."

I said "I^Em'll tell you the secret which one's your good ear' Yeah, pe^Bmople are made up of water and fear If there w^Ameren't women present we wouldn't be here So l^Bmets make l^Bike we're frien^Emds"

And the ^Empot turned to powder and soured the mood And the p^Bmeople I'd come with were gone from the room So I a^Amsked like a child "may I be excused'" An^Bmd disob^Beyed them al^Eml

Into that l^Emate night latrine rain soaking through my shoes I t^Bmried walking backwards to get less confused Wor^Amking off a theory I could never prove That it was l^Bmife its^Belf to bl^Emame

And t^Amime ruined the wo^Emrld Like a f^Amailed revol^Emution A t^Amumor we could not re^Emmove An old ^Csus2friend, a co^Bmnstant, the b^Emlues

Now my d^Emays are distractions, sit wringing my hands So^Bmlitaire, crosswords, and films on demand When you t^Amurn from a cartoon back into a man You start to s^Bmmell that hu^Bman sme^Emll

And so I sl^Emeep with the fan on to drown out the street And the n^Bmoise rising up from the bar underneath Well for t^Amhat inconvenience all my drinks are free So I gu^Bmess it's j^Bust as we^Emll

Why do I e^Emnvy the ending right from the start Just ^Bmget it together to take it apart W^Amatching the horse as it follows the cart I s^Bmweep up my b^Broken spe^Emll

And I f^Amelt something changing the w^Emorld Like a n^Amew consti^Emtution A th^Amief I would have to p^Emursue At all ^Csus2times, at all c^Bmosts, the tr^Emuth