Tarred And Feathered

A  A  A  A
A  A  A  A
A  A  A  A
A  A  A A A A
A  A  A  A  A#  A# A#  B  B  F  F  F
A  A  A  A  G  G  F  F
A  A  C#  C#  C#  C#  B  B  B  B  A  A
D#  D#  D#  D#  E  E  D  D
A  A  A  A  A  A  A  A
F  F  F  G#  G#  G#  G#  G#  G#  G#
E  E  E  E  E  E  E  E
E  E  E  E

                                                     F    A
I find I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons
                                                        F     A
Do they include everything and they change for every season
It's only a matter of...
                                               F       A
Time is of the essence, shall I put up some resistance?
                                       F     A
Cursed with the awareness of my own existance
It's only a matter of...

C                     G#
Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail (Yes)
     D                    A
That boxes me together forever it forms the seal (Yes)
F                            A#      C#  G#  C#  G#  C#  G#  C#  G#
Is the knowledge of my own existance real?

A  A  A  A  A#  A# A#  B  B  F  F  F
A  A  A  A  G  G  F  F  A  A  C#  C#  C#  C#  B  B  B  B  A  A
D#  D#  D#  D#  E  E  D  D  A  A  A  A A  A  A  A
F  F  F  G#  G#  G#  G#  G#  G#  G#  E  E  E  E

                                                     F    A
I find I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons
                                                        F    A
Do they include everything and they change for every season
It's only a matter of...

C                     G#
Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail (Yes)
     D                    A
That boxes me together forever it forms the seal (Yes)
F                            A#      C#  G#  C#  G#  C#  G#  C#  G#
Is the knowledge of my own existance real?

Bm         G               B
A slice of life a piece of mind
          A               D
Laid on a plate of my own kind
            A#              C
I'll take a key from the gravy
               D                   Bm          G  Bm  A  D  A#  C  D  Bm
And unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
A  A   A A F# F F E
A      A A F# F F E
A#              G#
 What's it like flying high?
F#           F   A A#            G#
 I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
     F#
That hol ds me together, tarred and feathered

Bm        E     A              D
Breathing home, hoping for the day
    Bm        E            A                D
The radio and television's thrown the rest away
Bm E        A                 D
Oh dear me, look who's come around
    Bm            E             A           G      G
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
     G     G       G
It's all I have to do

     C               Gm     F
When they who to the sea go down
    Am     G      Am        G
And in the waters ply their toil
    C      C#     G# A#  C
Are lifted on the surges crown
    B             A        B      G
And plunged where seething eddies boil

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