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F C EbField Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy
BbWounded in the line of duty
Gm F CmParachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties
Eb Bb FmUrging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles
Eb GmLeave it all and like a man
Eb GmOh come back to nothing special
DmSuch as waiting rooms and ticket lines
Gm DmAnd silver bullet suicides
Gm DmAnd messianic ocean tides
Gm DmAnd racial roller-coaster rides
Eb DAnd other forms of boredom advertised as poetry
Em GI know you need your sleep now
DI know your life's been hard
Em GBut many men have fallen
DWhere you promised to stand guard
F C EbI never asked but I heard that you cast your lot along with the poor
BbHow come I overheard your prayer
GmThat you be this and nothing more
F Cm EbThan just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire
Bb Fm Eb GmThe patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair
A DWorking for the Yankee dollar
DDrinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
AGo down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
DWorking for the Yankee dollar
Em GI know you need your sleep now
DI know your life's been hard
Em GBut many men have fallen
DWhere you promised to stand guard
F C EbAh, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you really are
Bb GmAnd be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child
F Cm EbThen let your other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come
Bb FmTill love is pierced and love is hung
Eb GmAnd every taste is on the tongue
Eb GmAnd every kind of freedom done, then
Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm BbOh my love, oh, oh my love, oh my love
Dm Bb DmOh my love
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