David Bowie - The next day

^A7"Look into my eyes" he tells her ^A7"I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah ^A7"Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah ^A7All that day she thinks of his love yeah

^F7They whip him through the streets and alleys there ^{F7 F7}The gormless and the baying crowd right there ^{F7 A7}They can't get enough of that doomsday song ^A7They can't get enough of it all

^A7Listen ^F7"Listen to the whores" he ^F7tells her ^F7He fashions paper sculptures of them ^{F7 F7}Then drags them to the rivers b^D7ank in the cart ^F7Their soggy paper bodies wash ^D7ashore in the dark And the ^F7priest stiff in hate now ^D7demanding fun begin Of his women ^Em7dressed as men for the ^F#7pleasure of that priest

^A7Here I am ^A7Not quite dying ^A7My body left to rot in a hollow tree ^A7Its branches throwing shadows ^A7On the gallows for me ^A7And the next day ^A7And the next ^A7And another day

^A7Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases ^A7They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps ^A7They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death ^A7And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest

^F7First they give you everything that you want ^{F7 F7}Then they take back everything that you have ^{F7 F7}They live upon their feet and they ^D7die upon their knees ^F7They can work with satan while they ^D7dress like the saints ^F7They know god exists for the ^D7devil told them so They ^Em7scream my name aloud down into the ^F#7well below

^A7Here I am ^A7Not quite dying ^A7My body left to rot in a hollow tree ^A7Its branches throwing shadows ^A7On the gallows for me ^A7And the next day ^A7And the next ^A7And another day