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So Come Back, I Am Waiting

 
Am C F  C G Dm

Am            C     F
A black sheep boy revolves
C   G           Dm
over canyons and waterfalls.
Am            C   F
A black sheep boy dissolves
C    G          Dm
in syringe or in shower stall.

                   C                 G        Dm     F
  He says "there's plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
          C                 G        Dm
  there's plenty of time to make you mine."
                   C                 G               Dm         F
  He says "there's plenty of ways to know you're not dying, all right.
                C                     G            Dm            F     Fmaj7
  Hell, there's plenty of light still left in your eyes, in your eyes."

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  Am          C         F
A black sheep boy grows horns,
C         G                 Dm
breathing smoke through his microphone.
    Am       C                F
The airwaves stretch and they groan,
C         G            F
bleeding, birthing his black diapason.

                  C                   G             Dm      F
 He says "there's plenty of things to wear when you come to me,
       C        G            Dm
 every color of sleeve to be rolled.
                    C          G               Dm       F
 There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me.
       C           G       Dm
 Every language of king is concerned.

     D              A
  So why    did you bawl
           Bm            G        A
  from the spell of some old holy song
            G            D        A
  that some liar laughed as he composed -
       G      D        A
  some liar I loved to control?"

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  Am          C      F
A black sheep boy dissolves
C      G            Dm
in hot cream, in sweet moans,
C       G            Dm
in each dead bed and empty home,
C       G           Dm
in each seething bacterium.
C       G          Dm
Killing softly and serial,
             C               G       Dm
he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
         C            G          Dm
He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria.
         C             G    Dm
He's the thrill of the abecedarian.
         C         G               Dm
(See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?)

             C                 G         Dm       F
 And there's plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
             C                   G         Dm
 and there's plenty of things to do on his dime.
             C                 G        Dm     F
 And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight.
            C  G               Dm
 You've got yours and I've got mine.
            C  G               Dm
 You've got yours and I've got mine.

     D             A
  So why   did you flee?
            Bm             G            A
  Don't you know you can't leave his control,
       G            D               A
  only call all his wild works your own?
          G              D             A
  So come back and we'll take them all on.
          G            D           A
  So come back to your life on the lam.
          G            D               A
  So come back to your old black sheep man.
                G          D           A
  He says "I am waiting on hoof and on hand.
       G            D         A
  I am waiting, all hated and damned.
       G           D           A
  I am waiting - I snort and I stamp.
       G            D           A
  I am waiting, you know that I am,
         G          D           A
  calmly waiting to make you my lamb."