___ Love Song ___ ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ (as performaned at Mount Holyoke College, May 1969) [intro] | G | C | G | C | G C Nightsticks smashing on innocent heads, now: G Cm A broken skull, but the brain escapes and flies away free. G C Phantom policemen counting up all their dead, now, G Cm Maybe four, maybe more, extra corpses. G Am People living just like slabs in a ruin, G(maj7) Am Greasy women linked to tired old men, and G Am(7) Not a trace can be seen of the land, now, G Am(7) Nails are piercing every orphan's hand, now, C D The city feels like a cold cancer tomb, C D | D+ | We live and die in an open wound. | G | C | G | C | G C Hunchback writhing on an oily street, now, G Cm He's dying slow, he's dying fast, but he's finally dying! G C Tourists crowd around and they (unintelligible) G Cm They're hurling stone, they're hurling spit and they're spitting curses. G Am All the people just don't feel the pain, now, G Am All the children waiting for the rain, now, G Am Skies are covered with a nauseous stain, now, G Am Anywhere you look you know it's all the same, and C D The city feels like a cold cancer tomb C D | D+ | We live and die in an open wound. | G | C | G | C | | G | C | G || ------------------------------------------------------------------------- words and music by Jim Steinman lyrics as transcribed in http://jimsteinman.com/dreamengine/dream_engine.htm chord transcription by Steven Nitsch <030@gmx.at> http://www.stevennitsch.de steinABC: http://www.carpe-jugulum.com/eschaton