Styx - Pieces of eight

^AmIt's six O'clock, good morning sounds are ^Emeverywhere ^AmThe warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows ^Emthrough my hair I hurry ^Fthrough my life never stopping to ^Emsee How ^Fbeautiful it was meant to ^Gbe I'm just a ^Amprisoner^G in a king's dis^Fguise ^GBro^Cken ^Amdreams^G as we shuffle ^Fby ^G

^AmIt's six O'clock, it's quitting time I'm ^Emdone for the day ^AmOut on the streets I overheard a ^Emlady say We now have ^Feverything or so people ^Emsay But now this ^Femptiness haunts me every ^Gday am G F We seek the lion's share never knowing why ^GCome ^Cal^Amive^G spread your wings and ^Gfly

^CPieces of ^F/Ceight^C the search for the ^F/Cmoney tree ^AmDon't cash your freedoms in for ^Ggold ^{F C}Pieces of ^F/Ceight^C can't buy you every^F/Cthing ^AmDon't let it turn your heart to ^Gstone ^F

^CPieces of ^F/Ceight^C the search for the ^F/Cmoney tree ^AmDon't cash your freedoms in for ^Ggold ^{F C}Pieces of ^F/Ceight^C treasures filled with ^F/Cemptiness ^AmDon't let it turn your heart to ^Gstone ^{F C}Pieces of ^F/Ceight^C the search for the ^F/Cmoney tree ^AmDon't cash your freedoms in for ^Ggold ^{F C}Pieces of ^F/Ceight^C treasures filled with ^F/Cemptiness ^AmDon't let it turn your heart to ^Dstone