^F#mMorning, ^A your toast, your t^Eea and ^F#mSugar, ^A Read about the polit^Eician’s ^F#mLover, ^A Go through the day like kn^Eife through B^Dutter, Why don’t^B you.

You dr^F#mess ^A in the colours ^Eof For^F#mgiveness, ^A Your eyes as r^Eed as. ^F#mChristmas, ^A Purple robes are f^Eolder. ^DOn the kitchen c^Bhair.

You’re gonna^F#m sleep like a^E baby t^Donight. In your dr^F#meams, everyth^Eing is alrigh^Dt. Tomorrow d^F#mawns like someone ^Eelse’s su^Bicide. You’re gonna ^Dsleep like a baby t^Eonight.

^F#mDreams ^A It’s a^E dirty business, ^F#mDreaming, ^A Where there is s^Eilence and not Scr^F#meaming, ^A Where there’s no^E daylight, there’s no H^Dealing, no, n^Bo

You’re gonna^F#m sleep like a^E baby t^Donight. In your dr^F#meams, everyth^Eing is alrigh^Dt. Tomorrow d^F#mawns like someone ^Eelse’s su^Bicide. You’re gonna ^Dsleep like a baby t^Eonight.

^F#mHope,^A hope is wh^Eere the ^F#mDoor is, ^A When the church is wh^Eere the ^F#mWar is, ^A Where no one c^Ean Fe^Del no one else’s^B pain.

You’re gonna^F#m sleep like a^E baby t^Donight. In your dr^F#meams, everyth^Eing is alrigh^Dt. Tomorrow d^F#mawns like someone ^Eelse’s su^Bicide. You’re gonna ^Dsleep like a baby t^Eonight.

S^F#mleep like a b^Eaby ton^Dight. Like a ^F#mbird, your dr^Eeams take a fligh^Dt. Like St. Fr^F#mancis c^Eovered in ligh^Bt. You’re gonna ^Dsleep like a baby t^Eonight.