Spirit Boy

C/G Am F Em G C/G God died today Am He left me in the cold F He stumbled down a path Em He died upon his knees on G The way to the commode C/G God died today Am He skid in pouring rain F With his feet up on the dash Em Right off the Chelsea Bridge, Lord Dm Was hardly seen again F C/G G The gigs were overlong Dm F And most of them mundane C/G G Dm And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade F C/G G Dm And I, I've never been in London this time of year F C/G G Dm It's nice, but I couldn't wait to slowly disappear F C/G He died today Am And hе did it with a smile F Threw his body in the bag Em Thrеw on the ITV, Lord G And laughed a little while C/G In a kind of way Am It makes me feel at home F Superfluous as shit Em Digestible and free, Lord Dm Within reach and my control Throw the kettle on F C/G G The gigs were overlong Dm F And none of us got paid C/G G Dm And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade F C/G G Dm And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year? F C/G G Dm It's nice, think I remembered why I liked it here F Tuia i runga Tuia i raro Ka tangi te titi C/G Ka tangi te kaka Ka tangi hoki aha G/B Ko te timatanga te kupu Ko te atua te kupu F Ko te atua ano atua kupu i te timatanga E pa e manaakitia matau C/G E nga hou e wha moana nu a kiwa He aha te mea nui o te ao G/B He tangata He tangata He tangata F You raised me up now C/G And pulled me out of my mind G And filled me with significance I cannot describe F The tunes were overdone C/G The well was all but dry G And I still believe magnificent isn't hard to find F And I'm convalescing slowly, day by day C/G G It's nice, I'm still in London, living, by the way F And I wanna live it like it's worth something in time C/G G I gotta give it time, give it time, give it time F Am G 2x F C/G G 2x F How normal all the tragic feels C/G G How tragic all the normal is F Thereafter, the laughter C/G G The real enraptured F But anyway, I plan to stay C/G G Attend the weekly football game F C/G G Thereafter, thereafter F Tagaloa cried and said, "Though part of you is dead C/G G Don't waste a minute of this thing you have left" F And he picked me up just like a father C/G G And carried me south-east, where the city was calling F C/G G 4x