Tomb Of The Unknown Singer

C G Am Em He draws in deep that last back stage toke, F Em to ease him through those worn out songs F G and all those stolen jokes, C G Am Em he steps upon the stage, then he waits to get a hand, F Em F G but the topless dancers gone now, and nobody gives a damn! F Em G A Nobody listens to his words, nobody hears the tune, F G C G C G that echos through the unknown singer’s tomb. C G Am Em Now the owner’s eye is everywhere and he searches every face, F Em F G he wants to know what everyone is stealin’ from his place, C G well he might as well try some coloured lights Am Em and spray some day glow on the walls, F Em F G and with the juke box’s howl he wouldn’t need a singer at all. F Em G A Just like death in a tuxedo he smiles around the room, F G C G C G the guardian of the unknown singer’s tomb. C G There’s a waitress starin’ at your drink, Am Em her nerves are wearing thin, F Em F G She used to work in Vegas, till her dreams and veins caved in. C G You can tell she once was pretty Am Em before the circle left it’s mark, F Em Now she worked for damn near nothing F G and seeks her comfort in the dark. F Em And she says he sings like Elvis, Tomb Of The Unknown Singers - Eric Burdon G A she’ll probably end up the room, F G C G C G As a sacrifice to the unknown singer’s tomb. C G Now there’s a soldier just forgetting Am Em and a guy who’s into pills, F Em F G he’ll never know that buck’s been added to his bill, C G Am Em and the table in the corner is starting’ up another fight, F Em but they’ll never get throw out, F G cause their money’s flyin’ right. F Em G A Just as long a you got money, we got all the room, F G C G C G and your seats are reserved in the unknown singer’s tomb. C G Am Em He strums down hard that last goodbye note, F Em And leaves them all with a „Bless You All“, F G his final sleazy joke, C G Am Em And blinks into the spotlight, like an old man in the sun, F Em F G Nobody knows, he’s been there, nobody knows he’s done, F Em And the owner says „I’m broke, G A I’ll pay you next Wednesday afternoon“, F G C The words carved on the unknown singer’s tomb. F Em Yes can you come back next week son? G A I’ll have your money real soon, F G C G C G C It echoes through the unknown singer’s tomb.