Fin

C#m E Open call for prison architects C#m E Send me your blueprints AS.AP Bm A Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe C#m B A Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather E I hope soon to leave from the east A F# No more absolutes, no more absolutes E D A Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh E C#m E Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized C#m E They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes Bm A I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself C#m B A Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the E Sea, oh yeah C#m E C#m E Bm A C#m B A E