Money Becomes King

| Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# If you reach back in your memory Fm A# A little bell might ring Fm A# 'Bout a time that once existed Fm A# When money wasn't king A#m D# If you stretch your imagination A#m D# I'll tell you all a tale Ab D# About a time when everything Ab D# A# Wasn't up for sale Fm A# There was this cat named Johnny D# Ab Who loved to play and sing Ab D# | Fm A# | Fm A# | When money wasn't king Fm A# We'd all get so excited Fm A# When John would give a show Fm A# We'd raise the cash between us Fm A# And down the road we'd go A#m D# To hear him play that music A#m D# That spoke right to my soul Ab D# Every verse a diamond Ab D# A# Every chorus gold Fm A# The sound was my salvation D# Ab It was only everything Ab D# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Before money became king Middle 8 D# A# Well I ain't sure how it happened D# A# And I don't know exactly when D# A# But everything got bigger D# A# And the rules began to bend F Cm And the TV taught the people F Cm How to get their hair to shine F Cm And how sweet life can be F Cm If you keep a tight behind Gm Cm And they raised the cost of living Gm Cm And how could we have known Gm Cm They'd double the price of tickets 2 <4beat> 4 <4beat> Gm | Ab | Ab D# | A# | To go see Johnny's show Fm A# So we hocked all our possessions D# Ab And we sold a little dope Ab D# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# | And went off to rock'n'roll Fm A# We arrived there early Fm A# In time to see rehearsal Fm A# And John came out and lip-synched Fm A# His new lite beer commercial A#m D# And as the crowd arrived A#m D# As far as I could see Ab D# The faces were all different Ab D# A# There was no one there like me Fm A# They sat in golden circles Fm A# And waiters sevred them wine Fm A# And talked through all the music Fm A# And to John paid little mind A#m D# And way up in the nosebleeds A#m D# We watched him on the screen Ab D# They'd hung between the billboards Ab D# A# So cheaper seats could see Middle 8 D# A# Johnny rocked that golden circle D# A# And all those VIPs D# A# And that music that had freed us D# A# Became a tired routine F Cm And I saw his face in close-up F Cm Trying to give it all he had F Cm And sometimes his eyes betrayed him F Cm You could see that he was sad Gm Cm And I tried to rock on with him Gm Cm But I slowly became bored Gm Cm Could that man on stage with everything 2 <4beat> 4 <4beat> Gm | Ab | Ab D# | A# | Somehow need some more? (variation) Fm A# There was no use in pretending D# Ab No magic left to hear Fm A# All the music gave me D# Ab Was a craving for lite beer Fm A# As I walked out of the arena D# Ab My ears began to ring Ab D# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# | Fm A# | And money became king 2 <4beat> | Ab D# |