Intro b b b b b b c b (then) a a a a a a b a
(0ver) Em Dm7 (twice)
Em Dm7
I'm not selling molasses I'm not pushing tea
Em Dm7
I don't appeal to the masses and they don't appeal to me
Em Dm7
I'm not peddling fiction I'm not packaging youth
Em Dm7
I've got a predilection for the truth
BRIDGE #1
Am Dm
I can't stand it any longer I can't suffer any more fools
Am Dm
I'm gonna keep on sharpening axes till I've got the sharpest tools
C Gm
I can't access information comin' down the mainframe
C Gm Bm A Bm A
Those puerile incantations in couplets or quatrains
Watch it all run amok now watch those idiots score
Till you can't remember that they're idiots any more
Watch that stain increasing spreading out across the earth
Till you can't remember what anything is worth
BRIDGE #2
I can't stand it any longer I can't listen to any more words
I'm gonna keep on sharpening axes till they cut right through this dirt
I can't access information comin down the satellite beam
All I hear is psycho babble and I don't know what it means
Instrumental section, then
BRIDGE #1 (1st half)
VERSE #2 (1st half)
BRIDGE #2 (2nd half)
Bm A
Sharpening axes (3 times)Someday when I'm flying far away
somewhere over Germany
someday when you least expect
I'll be singing in your hair
Once upon a time in a different era
when great fat Cadillacs roamed the earth
Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v.
yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen
small world
Someday when I'm lost in a dream
out my window in the clouds
someday you'll be doing your gardening
hear me singing out loud
Once upon a time in a different age
of drive-in movies and luxury trains
Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v.
yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen
small world
Big doors opening
big doors are opening wide
glass of red wine
wine...