Oscar Wilde Gets OutCifra de Teclado

VERSE 
Am                                         D 
Freedom for the scape goat, let him rot in jail 
Am                                                    D 
Gloomy eyes, just pissed his heart like crucifixion nails 
Am                                     Bm/A       
Shake his fists and raise his beam, he never stood a chance 
         Am       G       Bb/F  F          E7                  Am 
When the angry red mob on Fleet Street you turned your eyes to friends 

 


VERSE 
Am                                             D 
Humble thought from Dublin chased across the waves 
Am                                                   D 
Your body still sharp enough to slice through every page 
Am                          Bm/A 
Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown 
    Am     G        Bb/F F             E7             Am 
The bitter pill you swallowed take the sweet of going down 

    Dm                   E7        Am 
And looking back with a great indifference 
Dm                  E7         Am 
Looking back at the lime stone walls 
Bb                    Am 
Thinking how beauty deceived you 
Dm                        E7sus E7 
Knowing how the fools are fought 


 

VERSE 
  Am                   D 
A golden boy in velvet landed in New York 
    Am                                                D 
The past was so seductive when they paid to hear you talk 
Am                               Bm/A 
Baccarat and champagne flutes, tobacco from Virginia 
Am     G        Bb/F      F            E7            Am 
Long before the lords and Lord granted Oscar Wilde a sinner 

Dm                E7            Am 
Looking back on a cold, bleak winter 
Dm                    E7         Am 
Looking back on those long, dark days 
Bb                            Am 
Set like the head of Joan the Baptist 
Dm                E7sus E7 
In the other sour May 




BREAKDOWN 
Am 
Don't turn around if you watch out screaming 
D 
Don't cry out loud, you never know who's listening 
        F              C           G7 
You've seen it all the exiled Unforgiven 
         Bb               F              Am 
From the stately homes of England to her prisons 
Am 
Looking back at the hard life 
D 
Looking back at the wretched war 
F          C            G7 
Taken back there for my savior 
Bb                    F         Am 
Strange to think I'll miss them all 
Bb                    F         Am 
Strange to thing I'll miss them all 

    Dm                   E7        Am 
And looking back with a great indifference 
Dm                  E7         Am 
Looking back at the lime stone walls 
Bb                    Am 
Thinking how beauty deceived you 
Dm                        E7sus E7 
Knowing how the fools are fought 




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