Jakob Dylan - This end of the telescope

^CI was born^D7 in the Sum^Gmer of S^Cam -- ^CSmaller and s^D7ooner than pla^Gnned -- ^CIn the sp^D7itting imag^Ge of a ^Cman Raised by wolves ^D7on the fat of the l^Gand. ^CClear of r^D7omance, bea^Guty, and^C damned ^CTomorrow will^D7 come if she c^Gan.

^CJust want ^D7a woman who can^G walk on^C a wire ^CWith a trembl^D7ing glass in h^Ger hand.

^D7Over the hilltops the ^Cfire engine ro^Glls, Down the valle^Cy deeper still it ^D7goes;

^CGot my weapons^G out, I'm layin^Cg low ^COn this e^D7nd of the tele^Gscope.

^CAlone, you r^D7amble the w^Ghole of ^Cthe world ^CThrough black^D7-water jungles^G for bliss. ^CIt's feast o^D7r famine, y^Gou eat ^Cwhat you kill There's no need t^D7o bring God into th^Gis. ^CMy heart is hea^D7vy and pres^Gsed to t^Che bone, ^CSome people t^D7oo heavy to ho^Gld. ^CSalutatio^D7ns, take m^Ge as I a^Cm -- ^CYou can have ^D7me, or leave m^Ge alone. ^D7Sun-kissed lemons in t^Che graveyard b^Gelow Here in death ^Cyou see new advent^D7ures grow. ^CI see you at l^Gast but mostly ^Cghost, ^COn this e^D7nd of the tele^Gscope.

^EmThis will not b^Ce easy ^GWord's out the d^G7octor is not coming i^Cn This genie is too angry t^Go go back ^D7Into the bottle aga^Cin.

^CCloser than ^D7ever, and c^Govered i^Cn birds ^CA bone-colore^D7d moon fills t^Ghe west. ^CNow, throats will^D7 be slashed, and^G flags will ^Cunfurl As time will d^D7ivide us in g^Gangs. ^CNow, years of p^D7rogress dig^Gging the^C sand ^CCompanions we^D7 made didn't l^Gast. ^CNow, lousy l^D7overs do well^G with their^C hands ^CBut I'll reac^D7h you like nob^Gody can. ^D7Now, slow and easy, yo^Cu let your pad^Gdle go Down a the bot^Ctom there is more ^D7hell to row. ^CI see clear at^G last: I love, ^CI loathe, ^COn this e^D7nd of the tele^Gscope.