Spinal Tap - The majesty of rock

T^Ehere's a pulse in the new-born sun A b^Deat in the h^Aeat of n^Eoon T^Ehere's a song as the day grows long And a t^Dempo in the t^Aides of the m^Eoon It's a^Gll around us and it's e^Averywhere And it's d^Beeper than r^Aoyal b^Blue And it feels so r^Geal you can feel the f^Aeeling

And that's the m^Eajesty of r^Aock The f^F#antasy of r^Boll The t^G#icking of the c^C#lock The w^Eailing of the s^Aoul The p^F#risoner in ^Bthe dock The d^G#igger in the ho^C#le W^Ge're in this to^Agether...and ^Eever...

I^En the shade of a jungle glade Or the r^Dush of the c^Arushing s^Etreet O^En the plain, on the foamy main You can n^Dever esca^Ape from the b^Eeat It's i^Gn the mud and it's in y^Aour blood And it's c^Bonquest is c^Aomplet^Be And all that you ^Gcan do is just surrend^Aer

To the m^Eajesty of r^Aock The p^F#ageantry of^B roll The c^G#rowing of the c^C#ock The r^Eunning of the f^Aoal The s^F#hepherd wit^Bh his flock The m^G#iner with his c^C#oal W^Ge're in this to^Agether...and ^Eever...

W^Ehen we die, do we hunt the sky? Do ^Dwe lurk in t^Ahe murk ^Eof the seas? W^Ehat then? Are we born again? Just to^D sit asking q^Auestions like^E these? I know^G, for I told me so ^A And I'm su^Bre each of y^Aou qui^Bte agrees The more it stays^G the same, the less it^A changes

And that's the m^Eajesty of r^Aock The ^F#mystery of ^Broll The d^G#arning of the s^C#ock The s^Ecoring of the g^Aoal The f^F#armer takes^B a wife The b^G#arber takes a p^C#ole W^Ge're in this to^Agether...and ^Eever...