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This is a very easy song to play, just three chords played in blues progression. is easily figured out by listening to the song. This is obviously ust the backbone of the song. I'm not sure about the outro, I think it's just fingerpicking the same chords with slighty different timing. Chords B (799877) E (022100) F#(244322) B Hey helpless brothers, I’m talking to thee Forget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea E I was confiding in the toilet, you see I’m a prisoner of war B My echo said, stop me if you’ve heard this one before F# If you want to get laid go strut for the bomb E B Because everybody wants her and no one is wrong What color is the ocean after the oil It’s the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil But the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams Suits a prince just fine when he’s suicidal and mean So go find me a father who needs to be killed And a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled Briefing the murderer under a bulb The lawyer asked the maggot don’t you want to get old? Because you can go down dignified and pay for your sins Or you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins So tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead? Don’t look down at your shoes kid, it’s time to look up to me If you can’t see my mirror I cannot see you That’s what the officer explained to the Jew But maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads Besides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed But I’ve been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose So I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes The Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor They don’t cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore They were forced underground when the towers collapsed For carrying an imaginary cross on their backs But don’t worry they’ve been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed They sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens Well here’s to the era fill in the blank And to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints And to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin And to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson As for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why? When I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky Where’s my medicine, my sweet medicine? All of this time I thought I was fine Until I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin Tell me, where’s my medicine? link:www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/simonjoyner/ http://www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/simonjoyner/ or Team Love website