Unholy Ghosts

B F# C#m E

B                   F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
         E
By a man who got even with God
       B                   F#             E
Sat in hyperactive London, School Central Station
    C#m                           B
The city began sleeping like a dog
                                   F#
Then a trampled one-eye placed his hand on my thigh
        C#m                            E
I said "Hold it, pick a window, you're leavin'.
                         B                          F#
"Oh, but forgive me," he said, "I was a-found in my pride."
C#                                      E
He must have thought I was somebody else

B                             F#                  C#m         B
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
                                                F#             C#m        E
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
         B
I am the prodigal son
            F#                        C#                            E
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
                     B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
         C#m                         E
Strip me bare, have me washed in the rains
[Verse 2
B                                  F#
On a street you've never heard of, there's a wooden pian
       E              D#          E
On its last legs in a last chance saloon
                            F#
It is manned by a drunkard, who is dripping with poetry
                   C#m           B
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
                               F#
The man catches my gaze and produces this page
         C#m                           E
From his waistcoat with a slipped disk smile
           B                       F#
"Look here boy, my last known correspondence with Christ.
             C#m                        E
I would have read it, but my glasses were filthy."

B                                  F#                  C#m    B
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
                                    F#                         C#m        E
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
         B
I am the prodigal son
            F#                        C#m                             E
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
      B
And I give all I have
       F#
I will give all I hav
         C#m                         B
Strip me bare, have me washed in the rai
E
Oh, aye

E
Past the government housing
F#m
Right off Donallson Road
     E
Open collars, open house
B                             F#
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes
   C#m                        B
As car lights knife their way through the dark
B
And this feeling persists
      F#                               E
We as people exist in a state of anticipation
                           B
You know it comes at a cost
F#
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
C#m                        E
And I tend to believe them these days

       B                      F#                  C#m
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
B                                   F#                         C#m        B
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
            F#                        C#                              E   B
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
       F#
I will give all I have
       C#m
I will give all I have
       B
I will give all I have
B
Yeah, I wanna give all I have
B
I will give all I have
F#     C#m
I will give all I have
       B
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
       F#
I will give all I have
         C#                          E
Strip me bare, have me washed by the rains
E
There's something freeing about it anyway

B F# C#m E
      B                             F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
             C#m
By a man who got even with God

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