WE ARE THE DEAD from Diamond Dogs INTRO: G- Bb/D F G- Bb/D F G- Bb/F F Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and G-/D D Eb Bb/D Wondered if you saw things my way F Gb dim G- People will hold us to blame Bb/F Eb E 1/2dim F It hit me today, it hit me today G- Bb/F F We're taking it hard all the time G-/D D Eb Bb/D Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind F Gb dim G- We're fighting with the eyes of the blind Bb/F Eb E 1/2dim F F/Eb Bb/D Bb Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now F-/Ab Gb F C- We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly Bb- F-/Ab Gb F They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far C- Bb- F-/Ab Gb For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin F C- Bb- F-/Ab For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy Gb F You're just an ally of the leecher C- Bb- F-/Ab Gb Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps F C- And your nimble dress that trails Bb- F-/Ab Gb F Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails C- Bb- F-/Ab Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said Gb D C/E D C/E We are the dead G- Bb/F F One thing kind of touched me today G-/D D Eb Bb/D I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid F Gb dim G- Pressing our love through the night Bb/F Eb E 1/2dim F Knowing it's right, knowing it's right G- Bb/F F Now I'm hoping some one will care G-/D D Eb Bb/D Living on the breath of a hope to be shared F Gb dim G- Trusting on the sons of our love Bb/F Eb E 1/2dim F F/Eb Bb/D Bb That someone will care, someone will care, but now F-/Ab Gb F C- We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature Bb- F-/Ab Gb F Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell C- Bb- F-/Ab Gb It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell F C- And the streets are full of press men Bb- F-/Ab Bent on getting hung and buried Gb F C- Bb- And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt F-/Ab Gb Who sucks you while you're sleeping F C- It's the theater of financiers Bb- F-/Ab Count them, round a table Gb F White and dressed to kill C- Bb- Oh caress yourself, my juicy F-/Ab Gb For my hands have all but withered F C- Bb- F-/Ab Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs Gb F Because of all we've seen C- Bb- Because of all we've said D C/E D We are the dead C/E D C/E D We are the dead C/E D C/E D C/E We are the dead OUTRO: Gm Bb/F F