John Cale - Magic and lies

^EbLook at ^Abthat old^Eb man^{Ab Eb}With the ^Abbroken ^Ebshoes^{Ab Eb}He could ^Abtell you ^Ebstories^{Ab Eb}He knows ^Abhow to ^Eblose ^Ab

^EbLook at ^Abthat sweet ^Ebthing ^{Ab Eb}Packaged ^Aboh so ^Ebtight^{Ab Eb}She does ^Abthings her ^Ebown way ^{Ab Eb}Knows the ^Abwrong from ^Ebright ^{Ab Eb}

But there's ^F#mone big difference ^Bbnow She does any^F#mthing she ^Bbwants And every ^F#mnight is mid^Bbnight As they come to ^Ebtake her through the ^Dmdoor Of suffering ^Ebas it is her ^Dmown way out No ^Ebmatter how she ^Dmfeels her day is ^Cm

^EbCan you ^Absee mad^Ebame ^{Ab Eb}Breaking ^Aball the ^Ebrules^{Ab Eb}She does ^Abthings her ^Ebown way ^{Ab Eb}She's nob^Abody's ^Ebfool ^{Ab Eb}

Yes, she ^F#mfinds things easier ^Bbnow She does every^F#mthing she say^Bbs They climb up ^Fmon her door^Bbstep And rock a^Ebround the clock to^Dmnight And rock a^Ebround again in ^Dmspite Of everyt^Ebhing she's done she ^Dmis forgotten ^Cm

^EbLook at ^Abthat young ^Ebman ^{Ab Eb}With the ^Abtired ^Ebeyes ^{Ab Eb}He bel^Abieves in ^Ebmagic ^{Ab Eb}He bel^Abieves in ^Eblies ^{Ab Eb}He bel^Abieves in ^Eblies ^Ab (fade out)