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            Am             C
1:      The stories of the street are mine,
            Em             Bm
        The Spanish voices laugh...
     Am                  C
        The Cadillacs go creeping down
                    Em                   Bm
        Through the night and the poison gas
            Am             F
        And I lean from my window-sill
                G     F#    B
        In this old hotel I chose
             E              A
        With one hand on my suicide
        E               D        A     Am
        One hand on the rose... hmmm

2:      I know you've heard it's over now
        And war must surely come
        The cities they are broke in half
        And the middle-men are gone...
        But let me ask you one more time
        Oh Children of the Dust...
        These hundreds who are shrieking now,
        Oh do they speak for us?   Hmmm...

3:      And where do all these highways go
        Now that we are free?
        Why are the armies marching still
        That were coming home to me?
        Oh lady, with your legs so fine,
        Oh stranger at your wheel...
        You are locked inside your suffering
        And your pleasures are the seal... Hmmm...

4:      The Age of Lust is giving birth
        And both the parents ask
        The nurse to tell them fairytales
        On both sides of the glass...
        And now the infant with its cord
        Is hauled in like a kite...
        With one eye filled with blueprints
        And one eye filled with night... Hmmm...

5:      Oh come with me my little one
        And we will find that farm
        And grow us grass and apples there
        And keep all the animals warm...
        And if by chance I wake at night
        And I ask you who I am
        Oh then take me to the slaughter-house
        I will wait there with the lamb... Hmmm...

6:      With one hand on a hexagram
        And one hand on a girl
        I balance on a wishing-well
        That all men call the world...
        We are so small between the stars;
        So large against the sky...
        And lost among the subway crowds
        I try to catch your eye... Hmmm...