Tablature godscomic - Elvis Costello

          



 {t: God's Comic}

  {st: D.P.A. MacManus (Elvis Costello)}

  

  [Em]           [B7]           [Em]           [B7]

  [Em]           [G]            [Am]           [A#]      [B]

  [Em]I wish you'd [B7]known me when [Em]I was a[B7]live

  [G]I was a funny [C]fel[D]ler

  [Am7]The crowd would [B7]hoot and [C]holler for [B7]more

  [Am7]I wore a [B7]drunk's red [C]nose for app[B7]lause

  [G]Oh yes, I was a [C]comical [D]priest 

  With a [G]joke for the flock and a [C]hand up your[D]fleece

  [Em]Drooling the drink [B7] and the lip[Em]stick and [D]grease-paint

  [G]Down the cardboard [C]front of my [D]dirty dog [C]collar

  

  {soc}

  [G]      [B7]Now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [B7]dead, now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [D]dead

  And I'm [G]going on to [C]meet my re[D]ward

  I was [Em]scared, I was [B7]scared, I was [Em]scared, I was [D]scared, 

  [G]He might have [C]never [D]heard God's [C]comic[G]

  {eoc}

  

  [B7]       [Em]So there he [B7]was on a [Em]water [B7]bed

  [G]Drinking a cola of a [C]mystery [D]brand

  [Am7]Reading an [B7]airport [C]novel[B7]ette

  [Am7]Listening to [B7]Andrew Lloyd [C]Webber's [B7]'Requi[Em]em'

  [G]He said, befor it had [C]really be[D]gun

  'I [G]prefer the one a[C]bout my [D]son.'

  'I've been [Em]wading through [B7]all this unbe[Em]lievable [D]junk

  And [G]wondering if I should have [C]given the [D]world to the [C]monkeys.'

  

  {c:chorus}

  

  [C]I'm going to [D]take a little trip

  [C]Down para[D]dise's endless [G]shores

  They say that travel broadens the mind,

  till you can't get your [B7]head out of [E]doors

  

  [Em]           [B7]           [Em]           [B7]

  [Em]           [G]            [Am]           [A#]      [B]

  [Em]I'm sitting [B7]here on the [Em]top of the [B7]world

  [G]I hang around in the [C]longest [D]night

  [Am7]Until each [B7]beast has [C]gone to [B7]bed

  [Am7]And then I [B7]say 'God [C]bless' and [B7]turn out the [Em]light.

  While you [G]lie in the dark, a[C]fraid to [D]breathe

  And you [G]beg and you promise and you [C]bargain and you [D]plead.

  Some[G]times you confuse me with [C]Santa [D]Claus

  [G]It's the big white [C]beard I sup[D]pose.

  I'm going [Em]up the [B7]pole, where you [Em]folks die of [D]cold

  [G]I might be [C]gone for a [D]while if you [C]need me.

  

  {c:chorus}

  [G]      [B7]Now I'm [Em]dead, Now I'm [B7]dead, Now I'm [Em]dead, Now I'm [D]dead,

  And you're [G]all going on to [C]meet your [D]reward

  Are you [Em]scared? Are you [B7]scared? Are you [Em]scared? Are you [D]scared?

  [G]You might have [C]never [D]heard, but God's [C]comic.

  

  [Em]           [B7]           [Em]           [B7]

  [Em]           [B7]           [C] 


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 Godscomic, de Elvis costello 

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