An Elegant Chaos

F            C
Busy at home
      Bb
I was happy for a while
        C
But the joke is over
F              C
Looking down
       Bb                 C
At the carefully laid out infamy
       F                       C
Take a scythe, take a scythe,
       Bb
To the rotting core
   C
Of man-vegetaton
F            C
Now I sigh
       Bb                         C
At the cool cool attitude to ignorance
    A5
The look in your eyes
         G5
When you gave this to me
     A5           G5
Just put me on my guard
        F
In this elegant chaos
C                   Bb C
I stand to one side
Shouting "ha"
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It's a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It's neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away

Am                    E
It’s not a problem of secrecy
  G             D
I take it in my stride
      A                      E
Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
Am           E
Faces to the glass
           G           D
I see them televise my death
        A
Oh, and here comes the part
        E
Where I break down and cry.
People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that's not to say
That there's anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We're getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.

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