David Bowie - The next day

^E7"Look into my eyes" he tells her ^E7"I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah ^E7"Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah ^E7All that day she thinks of his love yeah

^G7They whip him through the streets and alleys there ^{C7 G7}The gormless and the baying crowd right there ^{C7 E7}They can't get enough of that doomsday song ^E7They can't get enough of it all

^E7Listen ^G7"Listen to the whores" he tells her ^{C7 G7}He fashions paper sculptures of them ^{C7 G7}Then drags them to the rivers b^A7ank in the cart ^G7Their soggy paper bodies wash ^A7ashore in the dark And the ^G7priest stiff in hate now ^A7demanding fun begin Of his women ^Bm7dressed as men for the ^C#7pleasure of that priest

^E7Here I am ^E7Not quite dying ^E7My body left to rot in a hollow tree ^E7Its branches throwing shadows ^E7On the gallows for me ^E7And the next day ^E7And the next ^E7And another day

^E7Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases ^E7They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps ^E7They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death ^E7And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest

^G7First they give you everything that you want ^{C7 G7}Then they take back everything that you have ^{C7 G7}They live upon their feet and they ^A7die upon their knees ^G7They can work with satan while they ^A7dress like the saints ^G7They know god exists for the ^A7devil told them so They ^Bm7scream my name aloud down into the ^C#7well below

^E7Here I am ^E7Not quite dying ^E7My body left to rot in a hollow tree ^E7Its branches throwing shadows ^E7On the gallows for me ^E7And the next day ^E7And the next ^E7And another day