The Lyre Of Orpheus

N.C Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed N.C Wondering what to do N.C With a lump of wood, and a piece of wire N.C And a little pot of glue Gm G Oh mama, oh mama G He sawed at the wood with half a heart G And glued it top to bottom G He strung a wire in between Gm He was feeling something rotten G C G Oh mama, oh mama G Orpheus looked at his instrument C And he gave the wire a pluck D He heard a sound so beautiful A He gasped and said "Oh my God" G Gm G Oh mama, oh mama G He rushed inside to tell his wife He went racing down the halls D Eurydice was still asleep in bed Gm Like a sack of cannonballs G Gm G Oh mama, oh mama G Look what I've made, cried Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note D Eurydice's eyes popped from their sockets D And her tongue burst through her throat G Gm G Oh mama, oh mama G "Oh God, what have I done, " he said G As her blood pooled in the sheets G But in his heart he felt a bliss G Which nothing could compete Gm G Gm Oh mama, oh mama G Dm Orpheus went leaping through the fields G Strumming as hard as he did please C Birdies detonated in the sky D G Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees Gm G Gm Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) G Orpheus strummed 'til his fingers bled G He hit a G minor 7 G He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep G God was a major player in heaven Gm A# Am A Oh mama, oh mama Am E God picked up a giant hammer Am And He threw it with a thunderous yell E A Em It smashed down hard on Orpheus' head Em And it knocked him down a well Am A Am Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) E Well, the well went down very deep Em Am Very deep went down the well A Well, the well went down so very deep D G Am Well, the well went down to hell A Am A Oh mama, oh mama C E Em Poor Orpheus woke up with a start A All amongst the rotting dead E His lyre tucked safe under his arm Em His brains all down his head Am A Am Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) A Eurydice appeared brindled in blood She said to Orpheus Am A "If you play that fucking thing down here A I'll stick it up your orifice!" E Am C Am Oh mama, oh mama A "This lyre lark is for the birds, " said Orpheus Em Am A "It's enough to send you bats E Let's stay down here, Eurydice, dear A We'll have a bunch of screaming brats" Am C Am Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) A Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time A He was on a real low down bummer A He stared deep into the abyss and said N.C This one is for Mama Am Oh mama, oh mama D Oh mama, oh mama Am Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) Bm Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) Am Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama) D Oh mama, (oh mama) oh mama, (oh mama)