Tonalité : Ab major
Verse 1
G
The name is
Clem
F
G
Schneid. I am a private asshole.
C
As a private investigator, I
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run into more death
than the law allows. I mean the law
of averages.
G
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Here's a routine case of industri
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al sabotage and
E
Em
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factory blows up killing 23 people.
Am
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B
Well these things happen. I
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am a man of the
world going to and fro and
G
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walking up and down in it.
C
G
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Now death smells. I mean
death has a special smell.
Over and above the smell of cyanide,
cordite, blood
G
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carrying her burnt flesh.
G
It's a gray smell that stops the heart,
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cuts off the
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breath, smell of the empty body,
G#m
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smell of field hospitals and gangrene. I got a whiff
of it when
Mr.
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Green walked into my office.
Now
Ernest
Hemingway could smell
it on others too.
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Here he is in a
Jeep with
General
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F
Lanham known as
Bb
Bucky to
Gb
his friends and
Bb
Gb
Ernie was a real general lover.
It's worse than being a cop lover.
G
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Well here they are and he's
returning from the front line where
Jones
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was in charge.
E
Have to relieve that man says
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Bucky.
F
E
Bucky says
Ernie you won't
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have to relieve him.
He won't make it.
He stinks of death.
When the jeep reached
regimental command post it was stopped
by the turn of
Colonel
John
Ruggles.
G
General said
F
Bb
Ruggles saluting the major
has just been killed.
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Who takes the first
Bb
battalion?
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Well
Mr.
Hart isn't trying to be a nice
C#
Bb
guy any longer.
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It is he
C
decides uphill and rather unrewarding work.
F
Hart sets out to beat death.
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learns to kill through his newspapers and
Abm
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he teaches his editors the tricks as
E
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they crawl up his ladder.
Now you just move this tenement
Abm
fire over here and
F
burn some more niggers.
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Chuckling over roasted babies,
G
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car accidents and riots
like a southern lawman feeling
D
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his nigger notches.
Mr.
Hart has to be inhuman
because humans are mortal,
and
Mr.
Hart is addicted to immortality.
He's addicted to an immortality
E
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predicated on the mor tality
G
Eb
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of others, gooks, niggers,
wags, human dogs,
and feeling his own contempt
for these apes
Bb
affords him a mineral calm.
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He's addicted to a certain
brain frequency,
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G
B
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a little high blue don't feel so good,
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that feeling he can just swim in
it forever and ever.
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A#
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And this cool blue frequency comes
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from making hands tremble and sweat,
Am
A
G#m
from feeling the dear meritorious
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poor wriggle and slobber under his boots,
G
for making people ugly and grind in their faces
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and from knowing can squash
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an editor like a bug and seeing his
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editor and know it.
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See the action
BJ
E
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this old searching tycoon with this
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dark side to his character.
Mr.
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Hart death will not serve a stranger
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who cannot prove his title a gringo who
G
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E
fears the very word and sets up a house ruled the word
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death may not be pronounced in his presence.
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Hey,
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look at all them dead bodies.
Audre points with his left hand as virus
E
B -23 surfacing from
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remote sea s of pastime rages through cities
of the world like a topping forest fire.
Last take,
Mr.
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Hart's deserted, ruined mansion,
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graffiti on the walls.
Ah,
Pook was here.
Here lived a stupid, vulgar son of a bitch who
thought he could hire death as a company cop.
Yes, sir.
Thank
Thank you.
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