Nearly Old Friends

NO CAPO B E Bm Disgusting speed, B For every word a dirty deed, B And so they say, B Take a week or month, B But you need more than a day. B E For it to go away, B But it couldn't be, Bm B E What it never was. Bm B No war was waged, B a year in silence, B No penance paid. B With a dirty tongue, B Something wicked's bound, B To this way come. B Then we'll see, B If we both have to crawl from the bottom B It's there we meet. B Eye to eye and bent on some bedlam. B Abm B E B Bm B The coast was clear, Bm B Abm B Turned out to be a cynic's year. B With a dirty tongue, B Something wicked's bound, B To this way come.