C
C
Let's go get out in the street
Am
Somebody's gotta
C
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
Cmaj7
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Am
Cars are all lined up
Cmaj7
Let it go push you around
Am
Oh, what's it amount to?
Dm G Dm G
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Cmaj7 Am
Post sermon socialites
F Ab
Park enchanters and skin tights
Dm G
All they want's my soul
C
Yeah, they want my soul
C Am
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
Cmaj7
Let's go lose track of time
Am
Somebody's gotta
Cmaj7
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
Dm G Dm G
Educated folk singers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul
C Am
I got nothing I want to say to 'em
F Ab
They got nothing left that I want
Dm G
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it
C Am
They want my soul
