David Bowie - The next day

^ELook into my eyes he tells he^Ar ^{E E}I'm gonna say goodbye he says yea ^{A E E}Do not cry she begs of him goodbye ye^Aa ^{E E}All that day she thinks of his love yea^A

^GThey whip him through the streets and alleys ther^Ce ^{G G}The gormless and the baying crowd right there^{C E}They can't get enough of that doomsday son^Gg ^{E E}They can't get enough of it all^{G E}

^EListen ^{G E} [Interlude] E G

^GListen to the whores he tells he^Cr ^{G G}He fashions paper sculptures of them^C Then d^Grags them to the river's ban^Ak in the cart Their s^Goggy paper bodies wash a^Ashore in the dark And the ^Gpriest stiff in hate now dem^Aanding fun begin Of his w^Bmomen dressed as men for the pl^Aeasure of that priest

^EHere I am Not quite dyi^Dng ^EMy body left to rot in a hollow ^Dtree Its ^Ebranches throwing shadows On the gallows for ^Dme ^EAnd the next day

And ano^Dther da^Ey [Interlude] E, G E, G

Ign^Eoring the pain of their particular disease^As ^{E E}They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps^{A E E}They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death^{A E E}And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest^A

^GFirst they give you everything that you want ^{C G G}Then they take back everything that you have ^{C G}They live upon their feet and they d^Aie upon their knees ^GThey can work with satan while they ^Adress like the saints ^GThey know God exists for the d^Aevil told them so They sc^Bmream my name aloud d^Aown into the well below

^EHere I am Not quite dyi^Dng ^EMy body left to rot in a hollow ^Dtree Its ^Ebranches throwing shadows On the gallows for ^Dme ^EAnd the next day

And ano^Dther da^Ey [Interlude] E, G E, G - fade out, repeat instrumental chorus, do whatever you want here.