Spinal Tap - The majesty of rock

^EThere's a pulse in the new-born sun; A beat^D in the h^Aeat of n^Eoon; ^EThere's a song as the day grows long And a ^Dtempo in ^Athe tide^Es of the moon ^GIt's all around us and it's everywhere ^GAnd it's deeper than ^ARoyal ^Eblue ^AAnd it feels so real you can feel the ^Bfeeling!

And that's The Majesty Of ^ERock! The fantasy of ^ARoll! The ticking of the^F# clock The wailing of the^B soul! The prisoner in th^G#e dock The digger in the ^C#hole We're in this tog^Aether...and ^Bever...

^EIn the shade of a jungle glade Or the^D rush of ^Athe crus^Ehing street ^EOn the plain, on the foamy main You ca^Dn never e^Ascape fr^Eom the beat ^GIt's in the mud and it's in your blood ^GAnd its conquest is c^Aomplet^Ee ^AAnd all that you can do is just surren^Bder

And that's The Majesty Of ^ERock! The fantasy of ^ARoll! The ticking of the^F# clock The wailing of the^B soul! The prisoner in th^G#e dock The digger in the ^C#hole We're in this tog^Aether...and ^Bever...

^EWhen we die, do we haunt the sky? Do we ^Dlurk in t^Ahe murk ^Eof the seas? ^EWhat then? Are we born again? Just t^Do sit ask^Aing ques^Etions like these? ^GI know, for I told me so ^GAnd I'm sure each of ^Ayou qu^Eite agrees: ^AThe more it stays the same, the less i^Bt changes!