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Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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They'll be no medicine in the mornin'

They'll be no afternoon repose

They'll be no tongue-tied inquisition

They'll be no secrets to disclose

They'll be no fumble in the dark

  They'll be no objects to bequeath

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

They'll be no deathbeds on the ceiling

They'll be no oracle sweetheart tales

They'll be no undiscovered genius

They'll be no unnecessary details

They'll be no heading moneyman

No jokers running out of breath.

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

They'll be no psychophanic losers

They'll be no boys stuffed down the well

They'll be no mama's little dysfunction

They'll be no peace this side of hell

They'll be no traitors on the wall

  They'll be no wolf in mother’s dress

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

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They'll be no swine to disappoint you

They'll be no meat that keeps you thin

They'll be no rumbles in the bedrooms of the think

They'll be no cage to keep them in

They'll be no clairvoyant patrol

  They'll be no craze for you to test

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

They'll be no switch to make you happy

They'll be no book that makes you free

They'll be no loopholes that they won’t have already found

They'll be no money on the gumtree

They'll be no consequential crime

  No law and order on request

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

They'll be no haunted televisual process

They'll be no cackle in the night

They'll be no werewolf apparitions in a jar

No spirits here just out of sight

No doctor jabbering more salvation

  No surreal and insane injustice

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

They'll be no words with which to tempt you

They'll be no visions in the sky

They'll be no hunter on your trail to make you nervous

They'll be no sympathy when you cry

They'll be no system you can speak of

  No millionaire to buy you rest

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

They'll be no cyanide invitation

They'll be no secret police to fool

They'll be no hunchback indiscretion

They’ll be no judgment for the cruel

They'll be no electronic sun

  They'll be no conquest in your bed

  Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

Sex, Love, Money and Death

Outro

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from:PC89