Richard Thompson - Dungeons for eyes

He's smiling at m^Ae The man with the blood on his h^Cands The man with the snakes in his s^Dhoes Am I su^Bmpposed to love him? He's smiling at m^Ae The hero who chained up the do^Cgs Mephistopheles shorn of his t^Dail Am I sup^F#mposed to love hi^Dm? Am I supp^F#mosed to shake his h^Dand?

^ASouls w^Dmadd2hisper to me ^ASouls t^Dmadd2orn from bodies ^ASouls l^Dmadd2ost and wandering ^CSmile ^Ethat s^Ammile ^GmBut ^D/F# eye^Dmadd2s d^Amon't ^Esus4 lie ^EIt's dark in there, and blo^Dmody Dungeons for eyes^{A Asus4 A Dsus4 A} He's got that s^Amell The musty old smell of a ^Cpriest The damp and mold of neglec^Dt The smell of ^Bmfresh earth dug over But how we for^Agive Old rivalries half^C-forgot We smile as best as we ^Dcan ^F#mBut I can't let it go ^{D F#m}But I can't let it go ^D I can't forgive^F#m you, I can't forgive me^D

^ASouls w^Dmadd2hisper to me ^ASouls t^Dmadd2orn from bodies ^ASouls l^Dmadd2ost and wandering ^CSmile ^Ethat s^Ammile ^GmBut ^D/F# eye^Dmadd2s d^Amon't ^Esus4 lie ^EIt's dark in there, and blo^Dmody Dungeons for eyes^{A Asus4 A Dsus4 A}