C Wednesday is the F day of C rest F in the C house with the F bamboo C floor F
I'm C picking off the F barroom C flies F just in C case I need a F nother C glass
F It's so hot and the mirror's gettin' C dull
F I couldn't see it, I couldn't see it if I C tried
F The man in the mask has sold out Bb all for nothin' at C all
Now the Dm monsoon's here and it F feels like G judgment C day. F C F C
Watch out for the ego's eye or the opium on the breakfast tray
And the laughter of the dying monk from the poison of the tsetse fly
All the mountains, they have no sides
And the robbers, they have a thousand lies
You can see it all in the rivers of Shanghai
Another monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day.
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
John Cale
