Pink Floyd - Point me at the sky

^CHey Eugene, this is ^GHenry McClean And I've ^Ffinished my beautiful ^Dflying machine And I'm ^Cringing to say That I'm ^Gleaving and maybe You'd ^Flike to fly with me And ^Dhide with me, baby

^CIsn't it strange how ^Glittle we change? ^FIsn't it sad we're ^Dinsane? ^CPlaying the games that we ^Gknow end in tears The ^Fgames we've been playing for ^Dthousands and thousands and thousands and...

^F#mJumps into his cosmic flyer ^APulls his plastic collar higher ^DLight the fuse and stand right back He ^C#cried, "This is my last goodbye"

^DPoint me at the sky and let it ^Gfly ^DPoint me at the sky and let it ^Gfly ^DPoint me at the sky and let it ^Gfl----^Ay

^CAnd if you survive till ^Gtwo thousand and five I ^Fhope you're exceedingly ^Dthin For ^Cif you are stout you will ^Ghave to breathe out While the ^Fpeople around you breathe ^Din, breathe in, breathe in, breathe in...

^F#mPeople pushing on my sides Is ^Asomething that I hate And so is ^Dsitting down to eat With only ^C#little capsules on my plate

^DPoint me at the sky and let it ^Gfly ^DPoint me at the sky and let it ^Gfly ^DPoint me at the sky and let it ^Gfl----^Ay

^DAnd all we've got to say to you is ^Ggoodbye ^DIt's time to go, better run and get your bags, ^Git's goodbye ^DNobody cry, ^Git's goodbye

^DCrash, crash, crash, crash, ^Ggoodbye