Georgies Lament

G#                Fm I can only get it up for you G#                          Fm  A# It doesn't work for any other girl C#          C#m            F# I can only get it up for you C# C# Introduce a demonic symbol C# A bayonet to the ear, yes that's perfect Fm          F#      C# Make me over meta human Bm             Em           Bm         D            C# You asymmetrical editors to fantasies of slave uprisings A#m               B              Fm           A#m     G#m I'll try to match your enthusiasm for Franco-diversions F#m          Dm Franco-diversions C                      Gm                C I put down my book at a disturbing chapter C                            Am                 Gm   It put the feather in my mind but it's not what I'm after F#m                             F    C      C# I'm just looking for some mystic inspiration C#m                          C# Caution flag, accident ahead A# C                           A                     C The tank in my visionaries blocked out half the sound C                                   Gm          F         Dm We are blind to our pillars until they lift our independence F#                                Fm           C Caution me if I'm going back to the minor keys C#m                         F Still I await your long exposure A#                    C                     G I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream Am If you really cared about me            F                     C You wouldn't flirt with my parole officer A#         C              A           D# No, you wouldn't scratch my Isaac Hayes Dm           G                 A#   D# Now my cock is so torn up about it F                           Gm    D# Yeah my cock is so torn up about it C                                   F And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream A# If you really cared about me Dm                        F You wouldn't hide my stash, no A#                             Dm You wouldn't flush my Billy Gee Williams  F               Dm           G And my cock is so torn up about it A#                           F Yeah my cock is so torn up about it Dm                        A# Now my cock is so torn up about it F                           Dm Yeah my cock is so torn up about it C                                    F And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream Dm                         F Sold my favourite kid into slavery Dm                  G         F Sold my most beloved child to the street A Everybody hated me for it but they don't even count Am Dm            C     Am     F#m         Why should I care how they feel F#m                          A# When they're not even cool to me F#         C# It's a party F# It's a party F#                                                       There ain't nobody here but me A#m                        F# There ain't nobody here but me F# It's a party C#               F# Yeah, It's a party F# There ain't nobody here but me F#                                     C# All my friends are sick at home watching tv F# It's a party C# Yeah, yeah, it's a party