They Might Be Giants - Cloisonne

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One, two, three, four C7 G C7 G ^C7(Chromatic scale going from C to C)

Mind your ^C7business Mind your ^C7business Mind your ^C7never-shut, ^C7Quonset hut ^C7business

My craft is e^Fxploding It's like I'm ^Fmaking cloisonné Choking ^C7on my dust With my ^C7three blind cats

^GYou have a friend in law enforcement ^A#Don't go calling law enforcement ^C7Business Mind your ^C7business

^C7Got too busy explaining ^C7Now it's just raining pain ^C7Pain in the form of a rain drop ^C7Yes, a rain drop made of pain ^C7Tell 'em the story, rain drop ^C7"I don't want to tell 'em, mister!" ^C7Tell 'em the story, rain drop ^C7"I don't want to tell 'em!"

Keep your ^C7voice down Keep your ^C7voice down Keep your ^C7window-shaking, ^C7godforsaken ^C7voice down

I'm sick of this be^Feswax I'm sick of these ^Fsecond-story Sleestaks Breathing ^C7on my dice Giving ^C7me back rubs

^GWhen I'm deep in concentration ^A#You start getting all conversatin' ^C7Sleestak What's a ^C7Sleestak?

That's your ^C7heart attack ^C7Towel rack ^C7Fallback

You got no d^Foctors All your ^Fdoctors have gone home What's a S^C7leestak? What's a S^Fleestak?

^GYou have a friend in law enforcement ^A#Don't go calling law enforcement ^C7Cloisonné

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